“Amy March is one of if not the most misunderstood characters in all of classic literature,” Charles insisted as the 6 train slithered down its tunnel beneath Upper East Side. “But Gerwig and Pugh, they totally get her. It’s so refreshing. Like, how do you not want her to end up with Laurie?”
“Because Jo is in love with Laurie?” I clutched my gurgling stomach where—swear to Halo—it felt like all those popcorn kernels were re-popping. I hated everything about the subway. The shakiness. The filthiness. The undergroundiness. All of it. At least we’d scored a train with blue seats. If it had been an orange-and-yellow, I’d have barfed for sure.
Charles shook her head, exasperated. “Aveline. Where are you getting that? Especially in this version? It’s not there!”
“She says so!” It came out wa
