What I don’t expect is that Cardan offers to journey with us. “You should absolutely come,” says Taryn. “We can throw a party. You two got married, and no one did anything to celebrate.” I am incredulous. “Oh, we’re fine. We don’t need any—” “It’s settled, then,” Vivi says, forever my older sister. “I bet Cardan has never even tried pizza.” Oak looks scandalized by this pronouncement and starts explaining about different toppings, from pineapple to sausage to anchovies.
