“I’ve been taking the time to observe a few things,” said Mar, ploughing on. “What I’m seeing is that we control – to a large extent – how fast or how slow things go for us.”
She hadn’t realized what she was going to say until it came out. It wasn’t what she’d been thinking about at all.
“I can’t really control my sister getting married, can I?” Cassandra asked. “Or Mr. Amaranth dying and making us some kind of posthumous students of his.” She looked directly at Mar and held her stare.
“No, but we can choose how we react to it. If we make it a circus or –”
A double-honk came from a blue Lexus that had snuck in next to Cassandra and cut Mar off, making them both jump. Within seconds, Sabrina was tapping on the passenger window.
“Sorry, so late,” Sabrina sighed as Mar and Cassandra got
