"What does grandma mean, what are you talking about? I don't understand," I said, words tumbling out in a genuine puzzle, confusion etching my face like a mask I can't shake, wondering what I've done again, does she always need something to nitpick? Her problem is too much, I think, irritation flickering like a tiny flame.

"What is it that I have been hearing since I arrived that you," she stopped all of a sudden, her gaze slicing to Aurora, abrupt like a door slammed shut, words dying on her ...