“Why?” “Because I’m not wearing any clothes,” she said. He put his hands over his ears. Why did she insist on stuffing images into his brain? “Sadie!” “You asked,” she said. “I meant why should I stay here until you get dressed, not why do you need to get dressed. Can we have one conversation in our lives without mass confusion and confessions of your nudity?” “Wow, hyperbolic much, Luke?” Luke rubbed his temples in a vain attempt to ward off a headache. Thoughts of the past always had the same effect on him. “I’m coming with you,” she declared. “Coming with me where?” She waved her fingers in front of his face. “To Abby’s house to search for the treasure. It would help if you could keep up.” “I don’t want you to come.” “We don’t often get what we want,” she said. She seemed to be in as bad a mood as he was and he wondered why. What was so hard about being a pampered and petted princess? Nonetheless, he did as her majesty bade and remained sitting on the couch an eternity while she blow-dried her hair, applied makeup, and changed clothes.
