“I should go in and confront them, right?” I shifted my weight from foot to foot while I spoke. My mother responded,
“No, darling,” and started to nudge me away. That’s precisely what you’re not going to do. However, I have a strategy.
“What are you going to do?” I looked at the blissfully unaware pair in the window and asked. She said, “Trust your mother, Trina,”
My mother escorted me to a salad bar a few doors down after surreptitiously taking a few pictures of Liam and Mandy.
