“I’m not mad,” Stevie said immediately. I could sense that she wanted to say something else, and sure enough, after a moment of silence, she took a breath. “I just—why you didn’t just tell me this back home?”

“I’m telling you now!”

Stevie gave me a look. “Come on.”

“I mean…” I hesitated. “It’s kind of Six Flags all over again, you know?”

“How is it Six Flags?”

“You didn’t want to go when I told you where we were going—”

“You mean after you’d kidnapped me, you always forget to mention that part—”

“And if I’d asked, you would have said no, but once we were there, we had the best time. Right?” Stevie nodded slowly. The toddler’s head started to creep back up over the seat again—I could see straight-across bangs, then wide blue eyes. I made a funny face at her and she dropped down immediately. “I just think that sometimes… you stand in the way of things that would make you happy.” It was something I’d been feeling for a while but never said out loud to my best friend.

Stevie drew back slightly, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s not a bad thing,” I said quickly, “just that sometimes you say no initially to stuff that’s really fun. Like Six Flags.”

“I don’t…” Stevie shook her head and snapped her clutch open and closed a few more times. “I don’t do that,” she said, her voice quiet.

“Okay.” I figured we had lots of time in the future to talk about the fact that Stevie did, in fact, do this. “So… you’re good with going to the play?”

Stevie looked out the window and let out a long breath, like she was preparing to say something. But when she turned back to me, she was smiling ruefully. “I mean, do I have a choice?”

“It’ll be great,” I said quickly, relief flooding through me. “It’ll be so great. We’ll get to see it, and then go to Josephine’s, and it’s just going to be the best night ever.” I nudged her with my shoulder and settled back into my seat, smiling.

We rode in silence for a few stops, and I was on the verge of asking Stevie for Ophelia again—it was hard to be without your phone—when she turned to me. “Just don’t put everything on this, okay, Kat? I don’t think Mr. Campbell is going cast you based on your showing up to his play or not.”

“I know that,” I said, trying not to feel stung by this, “obviously. But it can’t hurt.”

“I just think he’s going to decide what he’s going to decide,” Stevie said, shaking her head, “and that you don’t need to, like, make a pilgrimage to show your devotion.…”