"What are you two doing? Who are you talking with?"
Freya and Lucille swiftly swerved, balking when they saw their mother step into the room. The phone on Freya's hand dropped to the floor with a large thump, grabbing Sheila's attention.
A frown masked Sheila's face as she guessed who her girls had been speaking to; their sister. It would explain the guilty countenance on their faces. She wanted to laugh at their similar comical expressions, but they had disobeyed her. She wouldn't take that.
"You both called Emma? I remembered tasking everyone not to. Or you both thought you were exempted because she is your sister?"
Lucille instantly retreated behind Freya, as if seeking protection from her mother. Freya kissed her teeth at her sister's sharp act of falling back in the face of their mother's anger, but didn't move or call the latter out.
