Her mother went scuffling around the house in old bedroom slippers and complained over the telephone to one sister about the other
then the other called up and the two of them complained about the third one.
If June's name was mentioned her mother's tone was approving, and if Connie's name was mentioned it was disapproving.
This did not really mean she disliked Connie, and actually Connie thought that her mother preferred her to June just because she was prettier, but the two of them kept up a pretense of exasperation, a sense that they were tugging and struggling over something of little value to either of them.
Sometimes, over coffee, they were almost friends
but something would come up—some vexation that was like a fly buzzing suddenly around their heads—and their faces went hard with contempt.