And she wasn’t going to think about it now. She might as well enjoy the moment, and this
ritual that Parker, in her Parker way, had arranged.
Parker and Emma might be going to prom at the Academy while she and Mac went to theirs
at the public high school, but they had this time together, getting dressed and made up.
Downstairs Parker’s and Emma’s parents hung out, and there’d be dozens of pictures and “oh,
look at our girls!” hugs and probably some shiny eyes.
Mac’s mother was too self-involved to care about her daughter’s senior prom, which, Linda
being Linda, could only be a good thing. And Laurel’s own parents? Well, they were too
steeped in their own lives, their own problems, for it to matter where she was or what she did
tonight.
She was used to it. Had even come to prefer it.