I walk downstairs quickly, Tiffany is right behind me, they aren't even fighting as she claimed. My mom is seated on the couch, while Tiffany's mom is pacing around the room her hands akimbo.
There's totally nothing dramatic about it all. There's tension but nothing close to how Tiffany said it.
"I thought you said they were fighting," I whisper to her as we walk to the living room.
"Well not physically."
"Beatrice just give me my daughter." Tiffany's mom says and I turn to look at Tiffany but she doesn't seem to care.
Instead, she walks past her pacing mother and sits on the couch next to my mom.
"Why don't you ask her yourself."
"Tiffany we should go home now, I told you to stay away from these two snakes.
Snakes?
Wow.
This woman really hates us. She called my mom and me snakes
