(Author's POV)
"Myra dear ….. can we talk for a bit? About what you said in the living room," Sandra asked Myra while settling herself on her daughter's bed.
"Why are you asking for permission and being formal with me, mom. Of course, we can talk," Myra replied.
After getting the green light, Sandra looked at Myra and questioned, "So, since when have you been planning all this?"
Myra fumbled with her initial words, "M~ om, wha~ what do you~, what do you mean by since when? I don't~ I don't understand."
"I am asking, if you have arranged everything already, you must have planned it beforehand. You just arrived yesterday, so tell me truthfully, since when have you been planning our move?" Sandra was straightforward with her words.
