She could hear people shouting. Angry hollers crashed through the quiet, cold night air. It was somehow hurtful for Mrs. Ponder to hear , as if all that rage were directed at her. ( Mrs. Ponder had grown up with an angry mother.)
“goodness me. Do you think they’re arguing over the capital of Guatemala?No? I don’t either. We should Google it. Don’t sneer at me.”
Marie Antoinette sniffed.