“No,” Sophie agreed. “You weren’t.”
“You’re being a brat.”
Elena and Sophie had been inseparable since kindergarten, when they’d both cried over a broken crayon and decided to share the remaining pieces. They’d made friendship bracelets, matching Halloween costumes (salt and pepper shakers in third grade), and a pinky-swear promise to be each other’s “person” at their bat mitzvahs. -No estas invitada a mi bat Mitzvah-
“I’m being principled.”
After the service, during the reception, while everyone was eating miniature quiches and dancing to the Hora, Sophie walked over to the back row. Elena was still sitting there, alone, holding a crumpled napkin. “No,” Sophie agreed