''Dad, that's enough. We are in a public place''
''I don't care. Look at you, you're just 18 but you are already so beautiful that men look at you like some kind of meat. Are you happy? That you inherited your mother's beauty?'' Mr. Brown asked. He laughed when he saw the tears in Purple's eyes.
''Are you crying? Do you find it unfair? Even I find it unfair. Why do all my debtors want to sleep with you? You should have just died when you were born'' he spoke and spat on the floor.
''Ah ah'' Purple laughed. She found her situation funny and pitiful.
''Hey! You wench, did you just laugh?''
''Isn't it funny? You're always making excuses and putting the blame on my dead mother. But, let me ask you. Did my mother ask you to gamble all the family's money?''
''What did you just say?''