"Oh, how wonderful! I'd be more than happy to ask!"
My mom titters and then braces her elbows on the table. At the sight, my heart begins to thump ever so loudly in my chest.
'Please don't steeple your fingers. For the love of all that is magic and true, please don't!'
I keep repeating that mantra in my head. But unfortunately, my prayers go unanswered.
She steeples her fingers and props her chin on it before eyeing Kyra and me ever so closely.
I fidget and squirm a little in my seat because she never did this interrogation mode of hers since I was a child of five. When I kept on escaping my management classes, she cornered me and interrogated me until I told her where my hiding places are.
The next day, all of my hiding places are boarded up and I never escaped my classes again.
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