I have never found myself so flabbergasted by someone before. As we walk to the parking lot, I try to think if I’ve ever even been around anyone like Maddie Parker in my life. My brother Cal is flaky and people consider him fun. He’s not perplexing like Maddie.
He doesn’t ask probing questions, shirk protocol or eat crackers in cars. Perhaps it’s unfair to say she shirked protocol. My uncle never specifically said she wasn’t supposed to insert herself when he revealed that I was supposed to be the one to suggest Clifford and Clayton and all the other tycoons ring up my dad for a chat.
“That was unbelievably irresponsible,” I say, pulling on to the highway from the ramp near the parking lot.
“What was? Inviting myself golfing?”
“Yes!” I merge into the center lane and head north towa
