I marched towards my mother's side of the house in quick, angry strides.
"Why would you bring Caterina in here?" I asked as soon I saw her.
"It's nice to see you too son."
I had no time to exchange pleasantries.
"Why was Caterina here? And what did she say to my wife?" I asked angrily.
"I wasn't here when they had a conversation, Jacopo."
"Don't call me that."
My voice dropped to something colder than ice.
She knew how much I hated the name. Why was she trying to spite me even more?
We had a silent stare down.
She spoke up first. "You know that girl isn't fit to be your wife. Caterina said a few things to her and she goes on to cry like a weakling. She is a liability and you have no business being married to a woman like that."
"That is none of your business. You had no right to set her up like that."
Why couldn't they just let her be?!
