LIZ'S POV
Amma was cheerful, much to my delight. She came for classes a little too early and was generally happy again. She talked loudly like she did when she was happy and she ate a lot. Another sign that she was happy.
It warmed me to see that she had moved on from the guys. For days, we did not talk about the guys and she did not make any allusions to them in our conversations. It was a relief that I did not have to listen to the small stories of her messy love life that always made her cry.
But a week later when I saw Amma in the distance standing with her arms folded across her chest and a very distant expression on her face, I had a feeling there was something serious going on, so I made haste to reach her.
I saw him then, he lifted his eyes as if on cue and saw me too. I fro
