Chapter 8

“Is Bonnie okay?”

Ilana jumped into the driver’s side and gunned the engine with a roar that would have alarmed Tina under any other circumstances. “How could she be? Her parents are pulling a planetaryjerk move while she’s worried she might be dying. Plus, they’re trying to screw up her wedding to an awesome girl. Woman. Legal adult.”

Tina shook her head. “Legal adult?”

“It feels weird to call you a girl when you’re about to get married. And women are…I still use that word for parents and teachers and bosses.”

Tina leaned back in the passenger seat, resisting the urge to open Ilana’s purse and compulsively go through the paperwork for the eighteenth time. “I’m starting to feel like I’m too young for this.”

“Starting to?” Ilana snorted. But as the car powered through the streets toward the courthouse, she made a thoughtful noise. “Hell, you know what? Bonnie’s parents ought to be too oldfor this. They should know better.”

“Apparently, they don’t.”