The Woman From Hell

The people here had typical traditional thinking and were very patriarchal.

Frank and his father went out after having breakfast. Frank's mother and I were the only ones left at home. I was cleaning up the dishes when her gaze on me became more and more amiss. I pursed my lower lip and stopped moving. "Is there something on my face?"

It would have been fine if I did not say anything, but the moment I did, she got agitated. She slammed the table, pointed at my nose, and reprimanded, "It's your face. Your expression ever since you got up has been nothing but sour. What is it? Do you think you've been treated badly since joining this household?!"

I turned my face away, trying to control my emotions. She was just a country woman. Why should I lower myself to her level? Everything would be over when I found a way to contact the outside world and left this place.

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath and forced a smile on my face. I opened my mouth calmly, "How could I possibly think so? I still have to make a living here, after all."

"Really? Your smile is uglier than your crying face. Let me tell you something. I don't care where you were before or what your status was. Even if you were a rich young lady, you'll be forced to work now that you've come to us. You'd better stop thinking about all those useless things. You're going to get it if you don't listen. Go and wash the dishes."

She said to me in a commanding tone. Her gaze was extremely stern, just like those evil mothers-in-law on TV.

do it

and started cleaning. I just started washing the dishes when the old hag came over and cursed, "You're using too much dish soap.

full. Don't waste it. Really now, you don't

little dish soap enough to clean

with her, but I figured I could not, so I gave up and nodded obediently.

old hag obviously felt

made me feel more relaxed. Otherwise, it would constantly feel like she had her gaze on me and that

not expect to see the old hag coming over with a basin of dirty clothes as soon as I walked out of the kitchen. She threw it on the ground in the yard outside. "Wash

nodded. "Okay, where's the

I'm sorry, we don't have such a thing in this house, so wash them with your hands!" The

not for my consciousness, I would have thought that I

I would just hand-wash them,