The rest of the day flew by pretty quickly, much to my surprise. I realized that was probably because I wasn't exactly in a rush to get home and confront my mother. But I knew one thing, whenever she had a problem she'd never leave it alone. I was proved correct when I opened the front door to enter the house and she was standing in the middle of the doorway.
"Can we talk?" she was wearing old saggy jeans and no makeup which for her, was rare.
I pushed past her so I could enter the house. "I'm not really in the mood"
"He's a nice guy Becca," she began saying anyway.
I rolled my eyes as I walked into the kitchen with her following me.
"Great. I hope you both have a great time," I said sarcastically as I grabbed on apple from the fruit bowl and walked to the fridge and opened the door s
