ling in the barrel containing sultanas,
             "I wouldn't let him see me cry, I was so enraged. He used a foot ruler, and when I jerked my smarting palms back, he made me hold them out again. He looked at my dry eyes in a kind of fury, as though he'd failed unless he drew water from them." (p.10).
             Hagar also perceived her deceased mother as a weak woman, and therefore grew to deeply despise her because of it. While on his deathbed, Hagar refuses to comfort her brother Dan, being too proud to assume the role of their mother,
             "But all I could think of was that meek woman I'd never seen, the woman Dan said to resemble so much and from whom he'd inherited a frailty I could not help but detest, however much a part of me wanted to sympathize. To play at being her – it was beyond me." (p.25).
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