“Think of all the Richardsons you could prove wrong if you went,” I point out, hoping that might tempt her. “Easy for you to say.” She bumps her shoulder with mine, adjusting so we’re sitting side by side on her bed. “Do you know how many Richardsons there are in the world?” she sighs. “Do you know how many fewer Richardsons there would be if there were more Bels?” I counter.
