The moment I stepped into the house in my name, my daughter-in-law pointed straight at me and screamed: “What is this witch doing here? Get out of my house now!” I silently slipped my bag off my shoulder, walked right in, and replied: “This house is mine, not a place where you get to kick people out whenever you feel like it,” then I pointed to the door. My son just stood there. What I did next, neither of them will forget.
Když mi snacha v obýváku říkala čarodějnice, pořád jsem měla kabelku přehozenou přes rameno a na hřbetu ruky namalovanou razítko…