“He told me he already drives the girls to school before he picks me up.”
“What did he tell you?”
I looked toward the stairs.
Sasha’s backpack was sitting beside Nicki’s, ready for another person to take them.
“He said what?”
Harold jumped in.
“I didn’t say every day.”
Adele made a sound that needed no translation.
“You said, ‘I’m already out with the girls anyway.'”
“I didn’t say every day.”
I closed my eyes.
“Adele,” I said, “did you ask him to pick you up?”
“No. I told him I’d get a rideshare.”
Harold cut in, “This is ridiculous.”
Adele ignored him.
“No. I told him I’d get a rideshare.”
“He said it was no trouble because he was already doing school drop-off.”
Then I heard a car door open.
“Adele?”
“I’m getting out.”
“You don’t have to.”
The door slammed.
“I’m getting out.”
Harold came back on the line.
