Now, Lily feels deeply conflicted. Riley putting it that way makes her feel like a bad person. Her words had a way of making her feel like she didn’t care about her friends. If only Riley could understand the complexities of her situation.
As she continues walking, pushing her cart with one hand, she sighs and says, “I’ll try to talk to him when he comes back from work,” she promises, though she silently adds, *That’s if he’s in a good mood.*
Riley, not content to leave it at that, presses further. “Yeah, and maybe invite us to your house too. We are your friends, we should know what kind of house you live in,” she urges.
“One step at a time, Riley, please,” Lily says, shaking her head, clearly bothered. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”
“But what’s the big deal? I’m just sayin
