“Why?” Sadie asked.

Her voice was flat, with no volume and no anger in it.

“They’re scuffed and old.

Madison’s wearing a six-hundred-dollar dress and getting a salon package done.

I look stupid even trying to go.”

“You don’t look stupid,” I said.

“Dad’s right,” Sadie said.

“We don’t have the money for this, and I’m just going to stay home.”