“Too bad it’s raining. Hey, Lauren, make the rain
stop, okay?” He reaches across the table and tousles
my hair affectionately.
I bare my teeth in the semblance of a grin. “Ha ha.
Sorry, I can’t.”
“I know.” He shakes his head, laughs ruefully. “It’s
just . . . Maya could.”
Rated PG. Contains explicit cattiness and violent self-reflection.