The work never ends. Martha, sighed as sweat dripped from her forehead unto the marble floor. The supposed ideal son of the family was coming back. Martha was sure he was as vile as his mother and sister, she imagined him as a fat ugly obese man with loud laughter and brown teeth from smoking too much. Her body was utterly stressed and bent from everything she had carried the past few days and her latest labor schedule led her to the field to pick corns for Mrs. Wiggins to cook. Hands ...