Red and Jayne are sitting at the kitchen table, keys in hand, camera bag packed, waiting. Frankie makes up some story about having lunch with "Jackie" and "Samantha" at Jackie's beach house and totally losing track of time, which was easy to do considering both our cell phones sat idly on the bedside table all morning. My face burns as she expertly weaves our tale. I focus on my pink toenail polish, waiting for Red and Jayne to tell us how worried they've been and how disappointed they are that we've taken advantage of their leniency on this trip.They don't, though. They just kind of shrug, tell us we can still make it, and ask us next time to try to stick to the plans. I would have preferred the standard parent lecture about learning to be young adults and proving our capacity for responsibility and why do we pay for cell phones if you're not going to carry them? -- the one my parents wrote many years ago and have relied on throughout the difficult teenage years. But Red and Jayne seem genuinely okay with it."Don't worry about it, girls," Aunt Jayne says.
