“Did you know the girls are going to Bucky’s tonight?” This catches my attention as I take a seat in the rocker next to hers. “They’re barely even old enough to go there,” I snap, maybe a little too harshly. It’s confirmed my words may have come out sounding a bit too harsh by the rise of my mother’s eyebrows. “You know they’ve been dying to go there since your sister turned eighteen.” She takes a sip of her tea. “Marigold has been nice enough to wait to go until Pip was old enough. I’m shocked they didn’t go last week for your sister’s actual birthday.”
