“I have school,” I remind her.
“I know,” Ma sighs. “But you’re never absent, and I feel like you could use a day off.” She turns toward Autumn. “Both of you could. You’ve been working so hard.”
She’s right. A day off would be incredible—if it didn’t involve at least seven hours round trip in a car with her college friend Christy. Christy offered to play chauffeur as soon as Ma said she wanted to visit Aunt Rose on her ninetieth birthday, which was great of her, since Ma can’t easily drive long distances anymore. But Christy never stops talking. Ever. And eventually, every conversation turns toward stuff she and Ma did during college that I’d rather live the rest of my life without knowing.
“Wish I could,” I lie. “But Garrett’s is short-staffed tonight.”
“Mr. Sorrento needs me, too,” Autumn says quickly. She doesn’t enjoy Christy’s monologues any more than I do. “You know how it is. Those knives won’t sharpen themselves. We’ll call Aunt Rose and wish her a happy birthday, though.”
Before Ma can answer, a familiar roar fills my ears and sets my teeth on edge. I cross to the front door and pull it open, stepping onto the porch. Sure enough, Gabe’s red Camaro is in our driveway, engine revving while he dangles one arm out of the driver’s-side window and pretends not to notice me. He’s slouched low in his seat, but not low enough that I can’t make out his slicked-back hair and mirrored sunglasses. Would I hate Gabe less if he didn’t look like such a massive sleaze all the time? The world will never know.
I lift my hands and start a slow clap as Autumn joins me outside, staring between me and the car with a puzzled expression. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“Giving it up for Gabe’s engine,” I say, clapping hard enough to make my palms sting. “Seems important to him that people notice it.”
Autumn shoves at my arm, disrupting the applause. “Don’t be a dick.”
“He’s the dick,” I say automatically. We could have this argument in our sleep.
“Babe, come on,” Gabe calls, lifting his arm in a beckoning motion. “You’re gonna be late for work.”
Autumn’s phone rings in her hand, and we both glance down at it. “Who’s Charlie?” I ask over another rev of the engine. “Gabe’s replacement? Please say yes.”
I expect her to roll her eyes, but instead she declines the call and shoves her phone into her backpack. “Nobody.”
The back of my neck prickles. I know that tone, and it doesn’t mean anything good. “Is he one of them?” I ask.
She shakes her head, resolute. “The less you know, the better.”
I knew it. “Are you making extra stops today?”
“Probably.”
My jaw twitches. “Don’t.”
Her mouth sets in a thin line. “I have to.”
“For how much longer?” We could have this argument in our sleep, too.
“As long as I can,” Autumn says.
She hoists her backpack higher on her shoulder and meets my eyes, the question she’s been asking me for weeks written across her face. We have to take care of our own, right?
I don’t want to nod, but how the hell else am I supposed to answer?
Yeah. We do.
CAL
“It’s orange,” I tell Viola when she puts the doughnut in front of me.
“Well, duh.” Viola might be in her forties, but she can roll her eyes as aggressively as any teenager at Carlton High. “That’s the Cheeto dust.”
I poke uncertainly at one side of the doughnut. My fingertip comes back bright orange. “And this tastes good?”
“Honey, you know our motto at Crave.” She puts one hand on her hip and cocks her head, inviting me to finish the sentence.
“The weirder the better,” I say dutifully.
“That’s right.” She pats me on the shoulder before turning back toward the kitchen. “Enjoy your Cheeto-dusted Bavarian cream.”
I regard the orange lump on my plate with a mix of anticipation and fear. Crave Doughnuts is my favorite breakfast place in the greater Boston area, but I haven’t been in a while. It’s hard to find anyone willing to eat this particular style of doughnut unless they’re being ironic. My ex-girlfriend, Noemi, is gluten-free and all about clean eating, so she refused to set foot in the place no matter how much I begged. Somehow, that makes it even worse that she ultimately broke up with me at Veggie Galaxy.