LUNA WAS WALKING BY on her way to break. “So, how’d things go at film club? I’ve been dying to ask.”
“Didn’t you ask your mom?”
Luna made a face. “Yeah, but in the mood my mom has been in, she’d probably tell me it was awful just to be contrary.”
I said, “She seemed to really love it. She even engaged in a discussion about Cary Grant’s different types of roles. And she said she’d try to come back next time.”
Luna said, “Yes!” and gave a fist pump. “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. I’ve been at my wit’s end. Seriously. Well, but you know that because you saw how low I was yesterday. Anyway, thanks.”
“All I did was play the movie,” I said, raising my hands.
“Oh, I think you did a whole lot more than that, Ann. You selected it, you’ve encouraged a good group to attend. A
