Madame Oliver was still speaking loudly, berating and accusing Rose of what she didn't do. She was usually soft-spoken, but right now her voice could be heard almost a block away.
Rose watched a flake of snow float around. As she watched it, Madame Oliver's voice drowned out and she could barely hear the words. The snowflake seemed to fall more slowly than the others, dropping gently until finally it joined with the pile of snow on the ground.
As soon as the snow touched the ground, Rose felt something snap and without thinking about it she reached for the door handle and pushed the door open.
Rose walked through the open door and slammed it hard enough to hit Madame Oliver's face if she had been any closer. The loud sound of the door closing didn't muffle the sound of Madame Oliver's shocked gasp.
