Nora walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of washed vegetables just in time to hear Cassie's accusation. Her face instantly dropped. Setting the bowl down, she walked briskly between the two children and shielded Bonnie behind her.
She looked down at the furious Cassie, her eyes holding nothing but icy resolve. Her voice lacked any of its usual warmth as she said coldly, "Cassie, stop it. Who taught you to speak like that?"
Cassie was startled by the sudden shift in tone. She instinctively shrank back a little, but her stubbornness flared up. She clamped her mouth shut, refusing to admit defeat. Perhaps because Nora's gaze was so sharp, she stiffened her neck and looked up. "I'm right! I didn't say anything wrong!"
Nora's heavy gaze rested on her. "Cassie, you have to remember that this is Bonnie's home. It is not a place for you to run wild and insult the owner. Bonnie was generous enough to let you stay here. If you don't know how to be grateful, fine, but lashing out at her like that? Do you think that's polite?"
Cassie felt a sting of deep grievance.
She hadn't said anything wrong. Wasn't it obvious right now? Her mom was taking Bonnie's side and not even trying to comfort her.
Nora continued, "If I ever hear you say such hurtful things again, I won't indulge your temper anymore."
Every word pierced right through Cassie's heart. The anger she had built up was instantly drowned in sorrow. Her eyes turned red, and she pressed her small lips together as tears welled up, though she stubbornly kept them from falling.
She lowered her head, refusing to speak. Drooping her shoulders, she walked over to the sofa, sat down, and remained completely silent.
Bonnie gently tugged on Nora's shirt, comforting her in a low voice, "It's okay, Nora. Don't be mad at Cassie."

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