““Andrea’s unlocked the back door, and Kendra and I push and shove Paige in. She flops down inside with a long sigh of relief, collapsing on the backseat. “It wasn’t a pretty pony,” she says, desolate now. “It was all gray. My Little Pony should be pink and shiny.” “ O-kay ,” Kendra says. “Can you shift up, Paige? ’Cause we all need to get in.” “You sit here, Kaiindra,” Andrea says eagerly, leaning over the front passenger seat and patting the upholstery with his hand. “Subtle,” Kelly mutters to me. “Italians don’t seem to be subtle,” I mutter back.””
