“You owe me a dollar.” I blink down at her. “For what?” “The swear jar.” She holds out her hand. “Dinero, por favor.” “The swear jar? What the hell is that?” Her big eyes stretch wide. “Uh-oh. Now you owe me two dollars.” “I see they’re teaching extortion from a young age.” “What’s extorshee-on?” I give my head a good shake. “Forget about it.”
