There was some quiet seething and now we're back to violent fits and screaming. And name-calling. She's accusing dad of having emptied out all of her drawers. She came downstairs--he and I were just having coffee (the coffee I brought back from Cambodia, which is quite good)--and started yelling at us both about how she didn't want to see or hear either of us.
Mom: I've done all the work! Everything was always done so that it was better for you! Now I don't even have anywhere to sit!
Dad: Where are you trying to sit?
Mom: Shut up! I don't want to hear your voice!
[Pause]
Mom: What happened to all the things in my drawers?
Dad: Let's go look.
Mom: Shut up! I'm not talking to you.
And so on.
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