“Gigi.” Maryanne sniffs again. “I was thinking today maybe we could do something fun together. Like, go shopping?” “Oh!” coos our mom. “That would be lovely! Wouldn’t it, sweetheart?” She looks at me expectantly. “Um.” I shake my head. “No.” Oliver’s very still on the other side of Sam. Maryanne’s face falters. “No, I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I meant, ‘fuck no.’”
