CHAPTER 5Once we hit the road in her mom’s car with Millie in the driver’s seat and the convertible top up because it looked like it was going to rain again, we didn’t speak for the longest time. I was so freaking bloated I undid my belt. I must’ve swallowed a lot of air on top of everything else. All that sausage crap wasn’t agreeing with me. “You could’ve said something about your father being Jewish and everything.”
She looked straight ahead as she spoke. “For God’s sake, what does that have to do with anything? My Dad’s not religious. He eats pork. He eats ham and bacon all the time. Did your parents think I didn’t take the sausage and all that because we’re Orthodox Jews or something? For crying out loud.”
“I just wished you could’ve told me, that’s all.”
“What difference does it m
