LIZ'S POV
School was great the next day but Amma was moody, not her usual chatty self, and there was no way I could have a complete day when she was in a terrible mood. We had classes all morning and then we had our lives back.
"Let us grab a drink somewhere in town. I want to talk about something while we drink." She said the moment we stepped out of class. I agreed with her, not wanting to argue even though I was well aware that it was not her usual style.
"Or, don't you think we could just crash at my place and have the conversation over a plate of a meal that I will fix?" I suggested it nicely, not knowing if she would actually go with the idea.
She nodded, reluctantly at first and then with much vigor later.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it now, whatever it is?" I
