“You need a ride, Abs?” he asked. “No, no, I’ve got Mom’s car. You know what I found in it last week?” “Do I want to?” “No, but I feel like someone should share my pain, and you could use a distraction. You ready?” She paused for effect. “A riding crop.” “Please tell me she’s taken up horseback riding.” “She has not.” “You’re a cruel child, Abby.”
