Chapter 7
“I never get tired of this movie,” Leandra sighed.
From her position curled up at the end of the sofa, Lexi managed a smile. “You never get tired of Richard Gere.”
“I like his tight butt.”
“Mama!”
“Well I do!” she exclaimed, in a dead-on mimic of the heroine’s grandmother.
It was an old refrain, one they echoed every time they watched Runaway Bride.
Her mom hit the stop button as the credits rolled. “You didn’t eat much pizza.”
“I wasn’t that hungry.” She’d nibbled her way through a slice and a half, barely able to focus on the movie.
“You seem a little down, mija. What’s going on? Did something happen with Zach?”
Not Did you have a fight with Zach, but Did something happen?
How much did her mother know or suspect about how things had gone down all those years ago? Did
