“No, thanks, Glenda. I'm really not hungry."

Glenda sighed and said, "You have to understand Mr. Johnston. Joe suddenly had a fever and was crying nonstop. We didn't know what to do. I don't think I've ever seen Mr. Johnston in such a state."

“Oh God! It's all my fault!" Camila covered her face with her hands and groaned.

She was both a bad mother and wife. She wasn't present for her child and husband when they needed her. She didn't take good care of her family.

Glenda looked at Camila with sympathy and said, "Maybe you should try coming back home earlier."