After a few moments of silence,
Sally Glass looked eager to get talking. She took it upon herself to place her
hand onto her daughters. She smiled sweetly.
“No.” Asha replied simply, “I’m
fine.”
“No, ‘thank you’?” Sally questioned,
a tone of steel in her voice now, creeping in there. Her rosy red lips were
pressed into a tight line now, clearly trying not to get what she wanted, for
Asha to talk.
“No.” Asha replied simply. This,
made Sally give out her famous, ‘You’ll tell me one way or another,’ look, to
her daughter.
“I see.” Sally replied tightly.
She then lent and poured some more tea into her own cup, all with her thin legs
crossed and retaining her wealthy, and posh posture.
Asha did nothing but waited until
her mother would talk again. The thing was, her and her mother never talked
unless she had something to brag about in her writing. A new plot or characters
mean streak.