Mairé waved her fist violently in the spring air.
“Calm down!” Mama shouted. I know she knew that Mairé couldn’t hear her, but it helped calm Mama making her think that by saying something, Mairé would stop her outburst.
“Mama,” I quivered “just leave her alone, she’ll be okay.”
“Okay?” Mama snarled, “Okay?! Is there anything okay with your sister?!” Mama let go of Mairé’s hand and distractedly began tearing the sheets off of the clothes line. Mairé had begun pulling dandilions out of the ground and weaving them together into a crown. Mama would have liked that.