Julia knew which clothing brands and TV shows and bands Maeve liked. She knew which members of the bands were considered the cutest and weighed in with her own opinion. She knew Maeve hated beets, so she simply did not make beets, whereas Nora would have served them up as something close to a punishment. It seemed unjust that Maeve hated Julia’s guts all the same, as if it were written into the code of being thirteen, and no behavior on a mother’s part could change that.
