Rufus’s weekly wine and beat poetry night with his weirdo anarchist poet cronies was starting in an hour at a speakeasy in Greenwich Village, and he was getting antsy. Croton was only an hour and a half from the city by train, and Jenny was anxious to ditch him, anyway, so she offered to take the train home. “Don’t get off at 125th Street,” Rufus advised, even though the stop was closest to their apartment. He handed Jenny three twenty-dollar bills. “Go all the way to Grand Central and then get a cab. And call me when you’re leaving so I can tell your brother when to expect you.” Like Dan really cared if she ever came home. Lately Dan had been so preoccupied, he barely seemed to remember that they used to kind of be friends. Jenny kissed her father on the cheek. It was cute how he babied her, but she was almost fifteen—she could take care of herself. “Have a nice night, Daddy,” she told him sweetly.
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