Sadie leaned forward between the front bucket seats.

“You’ve seen it?”

“Your mother told me about it,” Darla said.

“We’re going to Chloe’s shop, because Chloe knows how to fit a girl right.”

Sadie looked out her side window at a green corn silo rising off the shoulder of the highway.

A faint curve showed at the corner of her mouth.

“Do they have green dresses there?” Sadie asked.

“Green, red, blue, any color you like,” Darla said, tapping her index finger on the vinyl wheel cover.