“She looked happy staring at the two of us. What do you want me to do?”
Remind me that it has been 15 minutes since we went out of the convenience store and 4 minutes since we arrived at the house. And everything we had been talking about is whatever happened 15 minutes ago. I was patient enough and understanding to spoil the old lady and tell her the truth that we’re not actually a couple, and he knows the art of deception enough to talk nonsense as well. As if I am getting squeezed by two large walls on both sides, they’re pressing me both at the same time.
I suggested he come in and let me apply some healing ointment on his wounded lips so he doesn’t have to go to school tomorrow with his lips swelling and bearing the pain every single time he talks. But my anger was getting the best
