Your mother was the same way, Rhody. The whole Beardsley tribe, for that matter. But Mary was the worst. It begun with Mary as soon as her brother Seth got drowned.
Beeler.
Looks up, angry.
None of that, Sis!
Martha.
I guess my tongue's my own.
Beeler.
No, it ain't. I won't have any more of that talk around me, do you hear? I put my foot down a year ago.
Martha.
Points to his foot derisively.