Amelia and Gretchen went almost a full two weeks without speaking. Other than three words in passing, neither of them spoke. And now it wasn’t even a fight, it was more of a waiting game of who’d c***k first. And usually it was Amelia, because even when she was right, she’d let Gretchen win.
If for any reason other than just not wanting to fight with her best friend.
But this time Amelia held firm. And if Gretchen thought she was taking back what she said, she’d be sorely mistaken.
On Friday morning, she went to have breakfast with her mom like usual. And while Gretchen actually came this week, she was a silent and moody guest. Sitting silently, the three women didn’t speak like they usually did.
Glancing up, Amelia looked at her mom chewing her eggs benedict with force. Lookin
