[Content warning: Antisemitism]

Rose was running errands for Mr. Meijer. That was, until something made her stop in the middle of the street. Most people had forgotten about Simon. Most people didn't bother anymore. After it had just happened, some of the wealthier people who had known this Hurley fellow had given her and her family strange looks. But most of the people from the fishing community had condemned Simon's deed, but had supported the family. Now, almost nobody cared to remember. Life went on. But sometimes one of the children would hear the story, and might use it when it suited them to taunt the Ward children. 

Like Freddie. The fourteen year old had a catch for trouble, and Rose had argued with him several times since her return, especially because he and his good-for-nothing friends bullied William. Today, when they passed each other in the street and glared at each other, Frankie suddenly stopped.
"Hey Rose!" he shouted. "I heard Will got into a fight the other day. Hope your dad doesn't allow you guys to carry knifes around anymore." 
Rose stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Freddie. "I would shut up and walk on if I were you, Frankie." she warned him, her lips curling into a disgusted grimace. 
The teenager, however, seemed amused by the effect of his words. "Touched a nerve?"
Rose walked on.
"Oh come, on. Don't leave me hanging."
Rose turned once more and gave him a look of utter loathing. "Walk... on..." 
"Only a matter of time before Willie does something stupid and they hang him too." And he put his hands around his neck and made a choking sound.
Rose knew she should be the grown up here. But sod that! "You are DEAD, Freddie Anderson!"
The boy laughed and ran away. Rose darted after him, running as fast as her legs could carry him. She was running so fast that when she turned the corner, she couldn't stop in time and bumped right into another person.