“Mine doesn’t have to cost anything close to that.

The green dress at Chloe’s is way less.”

“Three eighty-nine,” I said.

Sadie took a heavy red bowl down from the shelf over the stove and set it on the counter.

“Dad promised he’d pay for the dress and the shoes.

He told me last Sunday when he drove me back from his house.”

“Did he give you a real date for that, Sadie?”

Sadie tucked her hair behind her ear again, her fingers quick and jittery.