“It’s a magnetic bracelet,” she said. “My mom gave it to me. It’s supposed to help with motion sickness.” She considered this. “I guess it didn’t
really work. Thanks, by the way,” she added, flushing slightly.
“No problem,” Caela answered.
“God, you’re such a good child,” Erika said. She grinned, the awkwardness dissipating. “My mom always goes on about it. She says you’re really kind, really
hardworking.”
Caela laughed. “She’s just saying that. Parents always say that about other people’s kids.”
“No,” Erika shook her head. “She means it.”
Caela paused to think about what her mother could be telling her youngest sister, the Magic Jack receiver on speakerphone, while she ironed the clothes she didn’t trust the helpers with.
Caela’s excellent conduct at home, in school? The glowing p
