"You kids have a nice time," says Stella, waving them along. "We're proud of you, Tina."

Betty says nothing. Her arms are folded over her chest again and her expression is stern.

Tina does not hesitate, but drags Cal down the sidewalk by the hand calling out, "Bye! Thanks!"

When they are near the car, she mutters through gritted teeth, "I am so so sorry about that."