““The young woman threw her parka to the floor. “That fucker! That motherless, shit-eating traitor! That—” From there, Johanna’s criticism became more pointed. There were words Ravna was a little surprised Johanna would know, though maybe in the Straumer dialect they were more mellow than Ravna thought. At last there came a pause in the verbal hellstorm. “You’re talking about Nevil, are you?” Johanna glared at her for almost five seconds as she seemed to struggle for speech. Finally, she said, “In case you haven’t guessed, the wedding is off.””
