Scurrying out of the kitchen and into the dining room, I get ready to set the table when I hear mom turn on my father. “Now you,” she says. “Where do you get off butting into Zoey and Noah’s business?” “What?” Dad responds. “She steals a car, and I’m the one getting in trouble? Where’s the sanity in that?” “Oh God,” Mom says. “I knew I should have bought more wine.”
