36Kate called Sasha to assure herself that her daughter was okay.
“We’re fine, Mom. Cassie’s aunt and uncle are even richer than her parents. They lent Cassie a freakin’ convertible for us to drive to the beaches.”
Kate stopped herself from telling Sash not to set foot in that damned car, or on those college-boy filled beaches, either. No point. “Just be safe, baby. And we agreed: no fraternity parties, right?”
“I got it, Mom.”
“Good, but does Cassie get it?”
“She learned her lesson, Mom.”
“Have you heard from Pen?” Kate asked.
“Yes.”
“How does she like Seattle?”
Sasha didn’t answer.
“Sasha?”
“Mom, Penny’s not in Seattle.”
“But I thought Mariko said—”
“Mom, Mariko’s in Seattle, okay? Penny’s not.”
“Where is she?”
“We’re not supposed to know.”
“But you know, whether you’re s
