part two The girls were silent, enjoying the pleasant atmos..

part two

The girls were silent, enjoying the pleasant atmosphere around them. As they walked slowly down the street, they were silent, but they were never awkward, ever. They had been best friends for a long time and had always been together since then. They planned to spend the summer together walking around the city, swimming in the local rivulet, exploring the fields and woods nearby, having sleepovers at each other's houses, and they were quite happy with this pastime.
The red-haired girl took the keys out of her pocket and opened the door, then jokingly bent down, stretching her arm forward as if to say, "Please, mademoiselle. The blonde girl also jokingly made a neat curtsy.
- Thank you, sir.
Both smirked and walked into the house. When they took off their shoes and entered the kitchen, they were not surprised to see the red-haired girl's mother, Linge, who had blond, long hair, a large nose, and blue eyes that were piercing with their cold gaze. Despite her age (forty-three years old) she had not lost much of her attractiveness. Only by the small wrinkles on her face and hands one could realize that she was far from thirty. Her mother and daughter were, to put it mildly, not so good. They often quarreled, accusing each other of picking on the other for nothing. Both stubborn, cold, of course, they couldn't find common ground.
- Becky, hello. Though her mother was always polite and kind to Becky, there was a coldness in her voice that only a family member could recognize.
-Hello, Becky was embarrassed by her gaze and averted her eyes nervously.
- Irma, don't just stand there, come in. The girl was used to her mother's cold attitude, and she herself had long ago abandoned the idea of at least a little to improve their relationship. But every time she noticed her mother's cold, indifferent and aloof look. The girl had long ago stopped hugging her mother, to talk about her achievements, what was happening in her life and turned in her direction only coldness and indifference. However, the mother did the same, and it suited both of them.
he way their relationship had been going from the beginning to the present, it could be concluded that love had never been born between them. But Irma could not call her mother an ice block without feelings. Most likely, her mother simply did not know how to love. For the girl has always remained a mystery, how did the parents get married? Father Rog from childhood lived in Nebraska, was unshakable funnyman and humorist. At school he was an instigator, always found himself in the center of everyone's attention. However, this did not prevent him from being well-read, intelligent and, when necessary, serious. Dad was always a kind and cordial man. Relations with his daughter from childhood were characterized by mutual understanding and a sense of love on both sides. Irma could spend hours recounting memories from a distant, almost forgotten childhood with her father, which made her feel warm. Still, it didn't make sense, how could her father marry the most icy woman in the world? When she was a teenager, she moved to Nebraska straight from England. She - a girl with icy eyes - brought up to behave in public elegantly and discreetly, to hide emotions and feelings, wearing a mask of indifference, did not show interest in any of the guys, married a fun-loving and wind-up with fire in his eyes and red hair, for whom jokes and humor - an integral part of life? How could this happen? My parents always assured me that they married for love, but there was definitely some mystery to it.
- We're not eating.
Becky opened her mouth to object, but she was already being pushed up the stairs. Irma sat down on the edge of the bed next to her friend, making sure the door was shut tight. Becky was resentfully silent, glaring at her.
- I'm begging you, let's not go downstairs right now.
The blonde averted her gaze, dilating her nostrils irritably. She did that every time something made her angry or annoyed. Irma knew her friend all too well. For the next few hours they lay on the bed, talking nonstop about all sorts of things, laughing, telling each other stories. Before Irma knew it, she was already flipping through the biographies of all the high school boys from their school, and she reacted with an incomprehensible sound