It was like her entire experience of fishwifing had been crammed into one little awkward compartment, stuffed with her deepest regrets and resentments.

And Rose’s, too, apparently. Her head jerked up when she chastised Lory.

“My friend got you this cab-,” she started in a sanctimonious tone.

She stopped immediately when Anne snapped … then looked at her with more fondness than she’d looked at her entire family in nineteen years.

“Now, now,” she said, suddenly The Adult, “we don’t need to fight.”

The smug smile suggested she already considered this fight won.