“We had a class play today. I haven’t washed off the make-up…” Beth explained awkwardly.
It was not a convincing explanation. But Mrs. Morgan didn’t doubt it at all. She nodded. “Go to wash your face. I’ll wash these fruits.”
“Let me do that…” Beth reached out to take fruits.
“I can do that. Go clean your face!” Mrs. Morgan pretended to be upset. “I’ll be mad at you if you do not let me do it.”
Beth quit and smiled. She went to the bathroom and washed her face with running water.
Luckily, she had a small bottle of make-up remover in her bag. Having washed her face clean, Beth walked out and saw clean and prepared fruits on the table. Her grandma was busy in the kitchen.
“Nana, I had dinner. You don’t have to cook for me.” Beth rushed to the kitchen.
“It doesn’t matter. You might be
