It had been three days after Ruth's fight with Florence. News spread like wildfires in the areas where the houses seem like the compartments of a single matchbox.
In the same manner, Ruth's outburst was the talk of her poor neighbourhood. Every time she stepped out of her room, it was only to find someone giving her a strange glance or people whispering amongst themselves while pointing their fingers at her.
She was ashamed and terrified. She did not know what had gotten into her at that moment. After regaining her consciousness, she could not recall a single thing she said to Florence.
Only the snippets of the images remained in her brain, but they were incoherent.
Mr and Mrs Payne were worried when they got that news from none other than Claire. And as expected, she had spiced up the details that put both the old people in worry.