She fiddled with her diamond ring, spinning the gold band twice around her knuckle.

“Can you imagine living like that?” she said, leaning her head back against the leather headrest.

“Hauling plastic grocery bags of aluminum cans along the side of the road.”

I kept both hands locked on the wheel at ten and two.

“She had two babies with her,” I said.

“People like her always find some way to make a scene,” Tiffany said.

She touched her diamond pendant again and looked out the side window.