“YOU’RE GOING where?” Ali drawls in a remarkable impression of Carly’s judginess. She and Alex are walking from their weekly yoga class back to Alex’s car.
“Italy,” Alex says again.
“Don’t say it’s boring like Indiana. I’ll know you’re lying.”
“How’s that?”
“Half the kids at school have been to Italy. Duh.”
Alex chuckles. Ali certainly has reasonable grounds to be upset with him, which is why he’d decided to wait until she’d forgiven him for the dance recital to tell her. God knows what she’d tell the other tiny, terrifying yoga kids if she’d had this ammunition in class. “Oh don’t worry, I won’t.”
“So why can’t I go? I mean, if you and Paul are gonna adopt me and Vic at some point, don’t you think you should take me?”
Alex admires her logic. “Because I have to sort some stuff out w
