Keep calm and"What are you insinuating?"
"Nothing," I started for the tree she pointed at, and she followed me, still murmuring under her breath about how annoying youngsters can be, with the way they kept on glancing at her.
"We are here," I turn to face her. "What do you want?" I place my right hand on my waist.
"What an ill-mannered child." She scoffed, "since you are married, you don't care to ask how we have been faring this past month."
As if I care what you and that old man are up to.
"What do you want?" I checked the time on my phone.
"Your father is sick."
"And?"
"How can you be heartless! I'm telling you that your father is sick, and—"
"How much do you want?"
"What?" She blinked in surprise.
This is the first time, I've gone straight to the point, without permitting her to beat around the bush.
