"So what brings you, girls, here? Family crises?" Belinda asked us casually as she tore the meat away from the fork.
"Yes, my father has been spending the money my mother earns to gamble and buy alcohol," Emma replied with a sad tone, "I had no choice but to come here," she sniffed while I gawked at her internally with the flawless lie she had thrown at Belinda.
"Sorry 'bout that but men as such should be cremated before they cremate us with their irresponsible behavior," Belinda said shaking her head and then shifted her eyes on me, "What about you? You don't look that bad."
"I'm her best friend, trying to help her out," I lied before filling my mouth with water as it was the best way to buy time to lie if she asked another question.
"Interesting," she hummed without saying anything more which made me wonder if she bought what we told her.
