" How are you?” Charlie asks. She’s turned to me wearing this grave expression, her features all set in a row. I expected her to be pissy about my being nonresponsive all weekend, or at least about my being late this morning, but if she is, she’s not acting like it. “Um, fine. Are we going?” Charlie glances back at Olivia. “He’s an asshole,” Olivia says. “She’s a bitch,” Charlie says. "