She felt how the tears pushed forward, like from behind her eyeballs, when the woman in front of her “hushed” her anger. It was just a bit of anger, just a bit of frustration, with a need to come to the surface – be processed – and float further on in the Sea of Feelings. Of course, she couldn`t show this, so she went all quiet. Her hair felt like this electric, fake curtain, covering her face in the strangest ways – although it was just a feeling she had. Like so many other feelings, as well. She didn`t want the Old Broken Ladies` feeling ruin for her – crush her so soft heart – or did she?