Rosalind Green grew even more flustered. She had no idea how to handle this kind of situation and stammered, unsure of what to say. Phoebe Huxley's temper flared as she watched. She yelled at her, "Can't you even manage a single peep? If you can't do the math, just write it down. Let Kenneth do it when he gets back."
"Oh, okay, I'll write it down."
Rosalind Green breathed a sigh of relief and carefully jotted it down. She hated making decisions more than anything; it was always best when someone else made them for her.
After Fiona Rhodes and the others left, Phoebe Huxley shouted in exasperation, "What is wrong with you, being so indecisive? You're a mother! Even a cornered rabbit will fight back against a hawk, so why are you so utterly spineless? You make your son do everything.
