Why is it always like this? Why is there never any peace and quiet in this house? The world she yearned for and had dreamed of for so long was a far cry from the one she knew, a world filled with vulgar music, scolding and grumbling, flattery and deference, nasty gossip, scheming in the shadows, plotting and manoeuvring behind the scenes, and her mother’s praying voice filled with hypocrisy and damnation.
