Rebecca was sitting on the balcony and was drinking raw milk. She saw an old lady beggar who had entered the villa as a customer and then asked Kathy to give him some fruits and vegetables, but Kathy coldly refused and told him to get the hell out, saying that she was working hard for every fruit and vegetable in the garden.

Rebecca was watching the old beggar leave pitifully. “Give her a bag of fruits, Kathy,” she ordered from the balcony in a loud enough voice.

Kathy didn’t like what she hear