Barbara stopped two feet away from me.

She looked down at her hands and started picking at the edge of her thumbnail.

“She was running in the kitchen,” Barbara said.

“It was just a clumsy mistake.

You’re jumping to accusations too fast.”

“I saw the cast iron skillet,” I said.

“The skillet was lying on the floor.”

“Vanessa was doing the dishes because you left the table a complete disaster,” Barbara said.