They pile into the minivan, Kelly up front with her mom, Kevin in back still sulking about cereal. Ginny drives a half-mile, stopping at the corner of Shady Glen and Cedar, where Elliot, an eighth grader—like Kevin, but without the sullen expression—waits in front of his house.
Elliot’s mom, Bronwyn, stands by the front door, hands on hips. She glares at Ginny. Unlike Ginny, Bronwyn is slim and punctual, arriving early to pick the kids up after school. Ginny has never been invited inside her home, but she imagines a tightly run ship. She pictures Bronwyn in June Cleaver pearls, apron-clad, baking flax-soy cookies for Elliot every day. The bitch.
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