"That is a polite term for it." She's not offended, not really. She knew better now, the wisdom and cruelty of her mother. All of it mingled. "Most people found her terrifying, usually. But as I grew older I have understood why she felt she had to be so."

Spirits, she wanted a drink. Her mother would strangle her, acting maudlin like this.

"I am sorry to hear it, you have a kind heart, plain to see." He should be running from her, and yet he tried all the same.