Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi
Then they started talking, and I remembered why that habit should be banned by state law.
“Mami,” Gabby said, turning back to me because attacking Al was clearly producing no academic results. “Kiki didn’t put it in my bag.”
“Kiki also had to pack three dresses, two dolls, four pairs of shoes, purple sunglasses, one whale shark, one dinosaur that apparently needed its own seat, and enough snacks to evacuate a small school.”
“It was her job.”
I turned.
Gabby stood with both hands on her hips.
“Gabriella Lucia Garcia,” I said. “Kiki kept you alive on a private jet after your brother threw up chocolate pastry on Arsen’s sweater. Finding your crown was not a medical priority.”
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