"We've got to watch her like a hawk. The Golding family must have had generations of bad luck to end up with such a shameless whore. My eldest daughter is getting engaged in a couple of years, and if this whore drags her down, I won't let her get away with it!"
The woman who had just spoken spat at Phoenix Golding, whose head was bowed, finally venting nearly twenty years of pent-up frustration.
A middle-aged man, her husband, tugged on her arm and gave her a warning look, silently telling her not to go too far. He had a rather favorable impression of Phoenix Golding, and even now, with the solid proof, he was still unwilling to believe she was that kind of person.
The woman kicked her husband hard. 'Still helping that vixen at a time like this! Tonight, he can eat pig slop for all I care. I'm not cooking for him.'
"Teacher Golding wasn't in class. She only taught one period this afternoon, and we didn't see her the rest of the time."
