this actually happened to me many years ago, but it was Big Ma, the family matriarch of the family my mother had just married into, an old white “Suthin’” woman who was also a slumlord (and was sadly rferring to her tenants).
I was visiting from Brooklyn. Got up and went to the kitchen in disgust with my anxious mother behind me begging me to “let it go, she’s too old.”
Would have handled it differently today, especially if my little girl (who wasn’t even a thought back then) had been present. Ugh.