"Jennifer had a lot to say on our way to the dining room and I need it to be addressed. Speak child," Priscilla urged Jennifer.
"Open your mouth and will lose your tongue," Edgar picked up a knife from the table. He had been meaning to find a good punishment for Jennifer and now her presence was giving him all kinds of ideas. "Father, I am giving you until the count of three. One," he began to count.
"Priscilla we are leaving," Edmund moved from where he was sitting to the other side of the table to get her. "Get up. You've embarrassed yourself enough in front of our daughter-in-law. Edgar is married, get over it."'
"Do not manhandle me. I am capable of getting up on my own," Priscilla pushed Edmund's hands away. She was not getting through to anyone, but she had a lot of time to make them listen and do as she wanted. "Fine, I will leave for now, but this conversation isn't over. She will not keep the Collins name."
