I ease into a parking spot at Target after getting Taylor and her people from band camp. Expecting them to be so distracted with each other that they’d wait in the car for me, I tell them I’ll be right back. But everyone decides they can get stuff and climbs out.
Gen appears in front of me, looking miffed. "Why didn’t you take us home first? I wanted to be at ballet as close to one as possible, and Madame Solierre will chew me out if I’m late."
On a certain level, I share her annoyance. "We were already close and this was supposed to be a quick run-in. Why didn’t you say something earlier?"
Her face grows darker. "And give Taylor more ammunition? No way."
"Then we better move it." Maybe I can find out what her argument with Taylor was about yesterday. The girls hadn’t fought that har
