"So, Angle, how was your day? What's up with Gloria?" Mrs. Anderson questioned as she sipped from her glass of milk.
"Mmm... I must tell you that today was excruciatingly difficult, mom." As she bit through her home-baked bun that had been warmed, Alicia let out a dramatic sigh that sought to emphasize her weariness. The idea of overtly lying to her mother caused her pulse to beat rapidly. She hoped her mother would cease to inquire.
"I haven't seen her in days. What if I accompany you to your café tomorrow, spend some time with the sweet girls, and then drop by the small grocery store before coming back home? Wouldn't that be fantastic, my love?"
"Uh-oh," she said, nodding her head, but she was afraid to look her mother in the eyes. "What! No!" she cried, lifting her head at once, her eyes widening for a brief while before returning to normalize them, "I mean..."
Mrs. Anderson put her palm on her chest and flashed a shocked expression.
