Andi tucks the money into her purse, which is in a state of maximum entropy except for the separate pocket for card-shaped things. "You're welcome! Now we go wait for my mom, I guess."

"Guess so," Robin agrees. "Is she gonna turn up?"

"Eventually. Bella will remind her if she forgets."

"All right."

"What kinda music would your band do if you had one?"

"Not sure," she says. "I mean, I know what I like to sing and what I like to play. I'm not sure what it all adds up to."

"Do you write music?"

"Yeah, some."

"Oooh, can I hear some sometime?"

"All right."

"Cool! When's a good time? Maybe this weekend?"

"Perfect. Sunday?"

"Sure. You can show me your music and we can braid each other's hair and make a whole day of it."

Robin laughs. "Sounds like fun."

"You have great hair."

"You say that, but you've never tried braiding it."

"I bet I can if I try hard and believe in myself and comb lots of water into it."

She giggles.

"My hair is mostly pretty well behaved but it does slide out of ties like it's got a mind of its own."

"Mine would rather eat them," says Robin.

"Delicious hairties! Braid in some licorice for dessert!"

She giggles.

Renée's car pulls up to the sidewalk where they're waiting. "Hi! Did you guys have a good time?"

"Yeah!" says Robin.

"It was pretty good! Let's not go to any magic Chinese restaurants though, okay, Mom?"