Of course, it doesn’t even take the short drive from Cosy Coffee to the packhouse before Rosa and I get the sudden call, through the mindlink. I hear my father’s voice, and I can tell Rosa does too.
Come home, now please, he says. The words are pleasant but the tone brooks no opposition. Rosa, you too.
We exchange a look. When Rosa speeds up even further, I say nothing. We both know that right now, the faster the better.
So it’s only a few minutes until we are pulling up into the driveway. My father is standing outside when Rosa slams on the brakes and skids to a stop.
“You’ve gotta work on the timing of the stop there, kiddo,” he says to her as she climbs out of the car. “A little extra slow down before the turn and you wouldn’t need to slam them that way. Just a tip,” he gives her a
