Slip of the Tongue

Nadia

My mother's face changed instantly. "The doctor?" She turned to me, alarm blooming fast on her face.

"Who's sick? Nadia, are you sick?"

"Nobody's sick," I said, glaring at Gemma, who had the decency to look mildly guilty around a mouthful of fries.

"There's a sale," Gemma said quickly, recovering. "At the mall. We wanted to get there early before it gets crowded."

Mom looked from her to me.