Delia leaned back to pinch the hem of Arielle’s dress. “Where’d you get this?”
“It’s nice, right?” said Arielle, turning back to Delia and brightening. “My mom got it for me.”
“Raquel picked this out? Damn. Since when can she shop?”
“I know,” beamed Arielle. “She didn’t even ask for help, she said.”
“She said,” said Delia.
“That’s what I said,” Arielle breathed. “Yeah, I got home, and it was just laying on my bed.”
“Ew, like how she’d lay out your clothes when you were little?”
“She did it for you too.”
Delia grabbed Arielle’s knee. “She got me a dress?”
Arielle laughed. “No, I mean she used to lay out your clothes too.”
“Oh. Only when I’d stay over long enough that she washed my clothes.”
“Which was a lot.”
Laura glanced back at Arielle through the rearview mirror. She had rolled down the window and was leaning her face into the wind. It was too dark for Laura to tell if her eyes were open. In side mirror, she saw Arielle had her hands out the window, holding her palms flat forward like she could slow them.
“It looks like space,” Laura said.
“Huh?” said Arielle. Delia had turned to Laura too, like she had missed something.
“Your dress. When we pass under the streetlights, the sequins flash like space. Like those pictures they show of what space looks like to an astronaut,” said Laura, lifting her chin as if to bounce the words back to Arielle.
“That stuff scares her,” Delia told Laura.
“What are you talking about?” asked Arielle, pulling her arms in.
“You don’t remember that Sandra Bullock movie and how scared you got?”
“At getting stuck in space. Not about being there in the first place.”
Delia wasn’t sure if Arielle’s lip had curled or the shadows were being weird or the tequila. “Yeah, but if you go to space, you have a chance of being lost out there,” she said.
“That’s not the same. Who do you know’s gotten stuck in space?”
“No one knows. The government won’t tell us,” said Laura and laughed and Arielle and Delia laughed too.