Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
Her mother went scuffling around the house in old bathroom slippers [...] (11)
[Connie and her mother] kept up a pretense of exasperation, a sense that they were tugging and struggling over something of little value to either of them. Sometimes, over coffee, they were almost friends, but something would come up – some vexation that was like a fly buzzing suddenly around their heads – and their faces went hard with contempt. (11)
"If my father comes and sees you –"
"He ain't coming. He's at a barbecue [...] Yeah. Sitting around. There's your sister in a blue dress, huh? And high heels, the poor sad bitch – nothing like you, sweetheart!" (95-98)