"Aunt Jolene, don't thank this homewrecker! Come on, let's go find Dad right now. We'll make sure he stays with you and kicks that cheap tramp out!"
As I watched their retreating figures, my heart remained calm and composed.
Mrs. Gevano, however, couldn't keep her cool. She immediately launched into a scolding:
"Are you made of paper or something? How could you miscarry again? The previous ones being girls was bad enough, but we finally had a boy, and now he's gone just like that!"
"Here's a folk remedy I got from someone. Drink it quick, and make sure you sleep with Mr. Thompson tonight. I guarantee you'll conceive a boy."
"Before you say things like that, did you ever stop to think that I just had a miscarriage yesterday? Why don't you ask how I'm feeling first?"
Mrs. Gevano was taken aback for a moment, then tried her best to put on a kindly face: