Well, said the Bint. No need to ask you who this is. This is your daughter. She's your spitting image.
I smiled wanly as I wished her dead.
My first husband's partner is two years older than me. So not only does she look young enough to be my daughter, she also looks young enough to be the mother of a two-year-old child. It's my white hair. It must be! That or the Mad Bint is also half-blind and thoroughly drunk or medicated. This mistake might have made somebody's day but it certainly wasn't mine.