"Are you coming inside Marlowe?"
"No, baby. I'm going to drop you off, and your mom and I are going to go."
"Where are you going?"
I looked at Sabrina, and she looked at me.
It was a half-second look. Just a half-second.
She turned to Bonnie. "We're going to the grocery store, baby."
Bonnie made a face. "Boring."
"Yes."
"Why does Beau have to go to the grocery store with you?"
I clutched at my heart in the rearview. "Bonnie. Is your mother lying about me again?"
"Probably," Bonnie said.
She was already onto the next thing. The next thing was the piece she was learning.
"Beau?"
"Yeah," I answered.
"I'm learning a piece. It’s by Debussy,” she said, a little brighter now.
"That's amazing."
"Reverie. Have you heard of it?"
"I've heard of it." My reply made her smile.
"It's pretty, but it's hard. There are these — there are these parts where you have to do two things with your hands at the same time, and the things are different, and your hands have to know they're different and not — " she made a gesture I could see in the rearview — "do the same thing."
"That sounds like a normal day for you."
She laughed.
"Beau, Pickles peed on Mrs. Park's coat."
"Oh no."
"Yes. She hung it on the hook by the door because it was raining. He went up the leg of the coat where she couldn't see him, and he peed on the inside of the lining."
"Was Mrs. Park upset?"
"Yes. She said the worst word I've ever heard her say."
"What was the word?"
"I can't say it. My mom's in the car."
"You can write it on paper for me later if you want."
"Mmm…I might."
