“It’s true. Her mother makes lots of money and can afford to buy any book she wants—can afford to buy the bookstore—and she doesn’t read? And anyway, Olivia has the mind of a squirrel, and squirrels are afraid of dogs. Besides, when Olivia doesn’t like something, I do, and here was this book, just sitting in my Kindle library? I was practically crying on page three. You know what happens?”

She isn’t really asking. She knows I know, but letting sentences end in the air started along with her period. Even beyond spoilers on Goodreads and the ardor of my friend Chrissie, there was the teary conversation about old dogs that we overheard at the Best Friends’ Animal Society in Soho.

“It’s good, Mom,” she confides. “Omigod. It’s sooo good.”

I want to talk about respecting schoolmates. But she happens to be right about Olivia Mattson’s mother, who spent the better part of fifteen minutes at a recent back-to-school night lecturing me on how to build my business into something big, how to make my brand the brand for real estate photography in Manhattan, which is the last thing I want, since it would mean hiring regular staff, relying on paid ads over word of mouth, and spending less time with Joy.

But that’s all beside the point. “What about Great Expectations?” I ask. “Your final is next week.”

“I’ll be ready, you know I will, but if you’re playing, why can’t I?”

“Because I spent six hours working today to keep you in vegan lip balm, retro clothes, and pomegranate juice, and because I’ve already graduated from middle school. Besides, I’m the mom and you’re not. I get to play. It’s a perk of growing up.”

I deliberately add the last. My daughter isn’t wild about the pressure that comes with being a teenager. Being precocious was cute in a child, not so in middle school, where social conformity is key. She wants to be either totally grown up already and able to speak her mind without being ostracized, or a child forever. We’ve had the Peter Pan discussion many times.

Rather than take the bait now, she simply says, “Do I have to stop reading this?”