The TV was buzzing news and again. I failed to place my eyes straight upon it, in case Maria grabbed her suspicions and made everything worse, so putting up an act of being engaged in setting up the dinner table gave off enough time to take up glimpses at the loud blaring i***t box.
"Oh, can't you just lower it, Gran? It's getting on my nerves!", Maria screamed as her fingers placed the hot delicious potpie on the table.
"What?", she roared back, pretending to not hear. For once, I knew Gran was giving me worthy information. Or rather spoon-feeding the facts, I needed to hear.
"Undoubtedly, the boy band's catching more attention than anything and nothing has been made easier with the extensive investigations. The manager has been missing for weeks and is anticipated to be with the boys
