I’m in my car with Sarah, talking on the Bluetooth connection as I drive to my dad’s house. Dad and Rosa have been begging me to bring Sarah over for the day, just to hang out.
Today I’m going to try it, just for a little while.
“No, it’s not—” I manage, before Britta’s mother Helen interrupts me.
“If you were going to move out here to the coast, why on earth would you move to Pacific Pines?” Helen asks, her voice getting even more nasal than usual. “We’ve got a ton of properties over here in Seaside that we could’ve rented you. You would be close enough for me to drop in! And I know the people on the school boards here, for when Sarah needs that…”
I grit my teeth. The idea of being close enough for Helen to drop in is honestly pretty terrifying. She’s the queen WASP, only her native h
