The Fantasy Maker
She highlighted it and immediately a text message sprang onto the screen in its little, yellow box:
"Keep your head up, babe. Think good, Dante thoughts."
Emma smiled despite everything.
"What's that?" Steve asked, slowing the car for a red light. "Something about the kids?"
"No, it's Jen."
"What's a Dante thought?" he asked, leaning over to look at the screen. "Is it a literature reference, or something?"
Emma turned the phone over, pressing it against her thigh. "It's nothing. An inside joke."
"Yeah, well, didn't think Jen knew much about Inferno."