آپ walk in the front door and before آپ can close it, she’s standing in front of you.
“Traffic on the way ہوم from school,” she says.
“Yeah, mom,” آپ say, rolling your eyes and walking past her into the kitchen. آپ weren’t in the mood for her games, آپ just wanted to دکھائیں up long enough for her to get off your case and let آپ go see Alex again.
“I know آپ weren’t at Summer’s last night,” she calls from the foyer as she comes to meet آپ in the kitchen.
“Oh really now,” آپ say, pulling out the مالٹا, نارنگی رس, جوس and taking a drink, not even bothering with a glass.