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little missy.” Chestnut turned to Brandon. “She always like this?”
    â€œSnippy?” Brandon asked him. “Yeah, pretty much.”
    â€œOh my God, Brandon. Whose side are you on?”
    â€œWe have never robbed a bank,” said Liz. “And never would.”
    â€œLike to keep our hits smaller than that,” Chestnut explained. “Don’t wanna get caught being too greedy. Like to hit little spots where there’s less money and less security, too. Just to make a nice life.”
    â€œYou’re like Bonnie and Clyde,” squealed Ana.
    â€œIt is sorta romantic, Em,” Brandon said sheepishly.
    Emily rolled her eyes, “It is not. There’s nothing romantic about this. And don’t call me ‘Em.’ ”
    â€œLook,” said Chestnut, “all we want is to have a little fun, make a little dough, and take care of our boy.”
    â€œYour boy?” Emily asked. “Oh my God, you’re parents ?” She was horrified.
    â€œOh, don’t act so high and mighty,” said Liz. “We love Artie just as much as your parents love you.”
    â€œHow old is he?” asked Brandon.
    â€œFive,” said Chestnut.
    â€œWanna see a picture?”
    Before Emily knew what was happening, Liz was passing her phone around the car, showing off pictures of Artie. Ana and Brandon were saying how cute he was and Emily realized she was alone in her understanding of just how far off the rails this day had actually gone. There was one thing and one thing only that she wanted at this point: these nut jobs out of the car.
    â€œOkay, everyone. I hate to interrupt the offspring love fest, but, Liz? Chestnut? Where are you getting out, because I want to get you there fast.”
    â€œWell, our next stop was gonna be the Little-J Mart at the next exit up,” Chestnut said with a shrug. “Don’t s’pose you could drop us off there, could you?”
    â€œSure we could,” Brandon said.
    Before she could protest, Ana had held up a hand at Brandon. “Uh-uh,” she said. “Not so fast, Speedy Gonzales.” She turned to Liz and smiled sweetly. “Miss O’Brien’s Criminal Cab Service will be happy to deliver you to your next hold-up location, but it’ll cost you.”
    Chestnut squinted across the back seat at Ana. “How much,” he asked.
    â€œThe amount of one new iPhone,” Ana said smugly.
    Liz looked at Chestnut, who stared back at her and then shrugged. Liz reached into the bag the waitress had filled with cash from the register and counted out a fistful of twenties to Ana, who smiled like she’d won an Olympic medal.
    â€œPleasure doing business with you,” Ana said, then turned to Emily. “Tell the chick behind the steering wheel where we’re going.”

chapter 9
    Emily couldn’t believe she was letting herself be talked into this. All she wanted was to be back on the road headed toward the party. “Where the hell is this Little-J Mart?”
    â€œAlso, what the hell is a Little-J Mart?” Ana asked.
    â€œIs it like a K-Mart’s kid brother?”
    â€œBrandon! This is not funny.” He clearly wasn’t taking this seriously enough.
    â€œActually . . . ,” he said.
    Ana glanced back at Brandon in the backseat and started giggling. Chestnut and Liz joined in.
    â€œI mean, what’s the big deal, Emily?” Brandon said. “We’re gonna take them to their next stop and drop them off.”
    â€œâ€Šâ€™Course, if ya’ll wanna help us out a little by distracting the cashier,” suggested Chestnut, “we’d be much obliged.”
    â€œWhy not?” Brandon said casually, shrugging.
    Emily felt like she was about to lose control of the car. Not literally—her hands were both still in the ten and two position on the steering wheel—but internally, she felt as though they were tumbling end