AFTER FALLING ASLEEP in a book, Savannah sprang up from the floor, rolled the kink out of her neck, and surged into the morning kitchen. It must be late—Stacy was back from her run, and already juicing colourful produce.
“Will you cut that out?” her father called from the couch.
“No!” Stacy snapped. “You drink my booze, you suffer the consequences.”
As much as Savannah didn’t want to get involved, she couldn’t help asking, “What?”
Stacy nodded toward the couch. “My father got into the rum what’s-his-face brought me from the Dominican. He was up drinking all night. He called in sick to work. How’s that for setting a good example for your daughter?” She only stopped juicing because her glass was filled to the brim. “No wonder Mom had an affair.”
Frozen to the kitchen tile, Savann
