Olivia asks as she sits on Maddie’s bed, watching as her daughter applies a pair of silver-tipped false eyelashes. She is dressed up as a glamorous witch, with the standard black hat, draped black dress, and pointy-toed black shoes. Maddie has thrown a sparkly turquoise feather boa around her neck for a bit of pizzazz. “I’ll be fine, Mom,” Maddie says, glancing at her in the mirror. “Jen’s parents are home, remember? You talked with them. They have your number if anything goes wrong. Which it won’t.” “You just haven’t been to a party like this before,” Olivia says, unable to stop herself from fussing around her child. “There might be kids sneaking alcohol into the punch or getting high in the bathroom . . .” She trails off, then looks at her daughter with wide eyes. She’s afraid to mention what’s going through her mind—she’s never had to worry about anything like this for Maddie before—but she forces herself to say it. “You know about condoms, right?
