A party to celebrate the new house, so much delicious food, so many people come, but they keep whispering and talking:

- They have a weird daughter, her hair is white like an 80 year old woman.

- Well, maybe their house is haunted.

- Shh, quiet, they heard it.

- If it wasn't for their influence, I wouldn't come here.

A lot of people talked, what they said Harra's mother heard, she trembled with tears and then waved her hand away, smiling shyly and stammering:

- Honey... I feel unwell in my body.

I'm going back to my room to rest for a bit.