Gossiping about others behind their back already seems petty, and now there's even baseless accusations of deliberate murder.
Purple Summers felt that after she got closer to Alexander Summers, her whole person was developing in a sleazy direction.
Really...
She didn't know whether, in the end, she would purify him, or he would contaminate her.
...
When the two returned to the little Western-style house, Atra Blanc was in the living room packing cardboard boxes. The space where the sofa was originally placed had been cleared, and it was now filled with boxes of various sizes.
Atra Blanc was sentimental; although they didn't need to take furniture and appliances when moving, she still managed to pack a big pile of odds and ends, reluctant to throw anything away.
Alexander frowned and said, "Mom, what old stuff have you packed up? Throw away what should be thrown away. We can buy new ones when we get to the new house."