"Who do you think you are? I'm speaking to Phoebe Faulkner. It's not your place to be shouting. Phoebe Faulkner, what kind of trashy friends do you have? They're just as classless as you are!"
Phoebe Faulkner could tolerate the woman insulting her, but she would absolutely not tolerate anyone bad-mouthing her Kitty. "Mrs. Lynch, I thought you were supposed to be a high-society lady. I never imagined you'd be no different from the shrews screaming on the street."
"You… what did you say?" Mrs. Lynch fumed.
Phoebe Faulkner smiled and repeated herself. "The shrews I see cursing in the street are just like you."
"Phoebe Faulkner! Fine! We'll see what kind of happy ending a promiscuous woman with a ruined reputation like you can possibly have! We'll just see what kind of decent man a woman my son cast aside can ever find!"
