Lately, Lizzie’s moods had been turbulent to put it mildly, while my patience with her bad attitude was running thin. When I had tried to talk to her about the cut on her leg, she’d all but taken my head off. When I told her that I was going to talk to her mother, she flipped out even more. Then, after giving me the cold shoulder for a week, Liz had told me that I was, in no uncertain terms, to keep my nose the hell out of her business if I valued our friendship.
