“Tasha drove her all the way to Sioux Falls for it.”

I stirred the meat with a wooden spoon, watching her face closely.

“Did she show you a picture?”

“She posted a picture on her story,” Sadie said, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her left ear.

“It’s bright pink with silver beads all over the top.

She said her mom paid six hundred dollars for it.”

“Six hundred dollars is an awful lot of money for one night,” I said carefully.

“I know,” Sadie said quickly, her voice slipping into the soft tone she used whenever she wanted to keep anybody from getting upset.