When Saturday rolled around I knew the whole thing was a bad idea. I’d never gotten ahold of my father, so I was no closer to patching things up with my parents than before. Cass called me every day to complain about something Mom moved in her house, or something Mom said, or Mom’s latest plan for her life. The only thing that didn’t change in those few days was that Cass and I were still going on a double date.
Mom insisted I pick up Cass before our date. I felt like it was the prom all over again, except I was wearing a purple sweater dress instead of black taffeta. Mom took pictures of us, no doubt f*******: evidence Cass would destroy later, and nearly cried when we walked out the door together.
"I never thought we'd get out of there," Cass grumbled as soon as we were outside.
"She'
