The neighbours are ranting. Alison - single mother, nice but mad after a drink or several - is yelling at the nearly teenage daughter. It's a battle of wills - who can keep up the repetition of whatever was last said the longest. And neither are backing down.
At the risk - nay, certainty - of sounding bigoted, they are a product of their class and simply playing out what comes naturally.
Is it always like this?
Of course, this is simply an observance (some would insist 'observation') from one who is gutwrenchingly sad right this moment and so not as objective as the reporting of such incidences should require.
I wish it were possible to download one's thought and feelings sort of by osmosis. I have so much to discuss but so little energy to type
