“Oh, my days. You’re unreal, Nisha.” Jasmine is wiping her eyes. “Seriously. You are unreal.” “I’m going to fix this,” Nisha says seriously. “I am. I’m going to make a plan and I’m going to make that man pay. For all of it.” “Oh, I don’t doubt it.” Jasmine leans back in her chair. She is still laughing, as if this is the best thing she has ever heard. “And I am here with the popcorn for when that happens. Front-row seat. Family-sized carton. Ohhh, yes.”
