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The moment Reyna steps into the house. She can't help but look over the woman who is laughing over her husband's shoulder. She lets a scorn on her face. There is a scorn on her face as she looks at hyacinth and wonders where the woman actually gets the audacity from to come into our home and feel so comfortable enough to put an arm over her husband, as if he is not a married man. This is a code that women are supposed to understand—a code that she is not supposed to explain, and yet she finds herself wondering if this woman is just so stupid, or she knows what she's doing. I mean, of course she know what she's doing. This woman, as probably be completely you know complimented. All the days of her life for a pretty face as that and it would just be kind of obvious lie for her to think t