"Is this the part where I tell you I'm not afraid of you?" Tara wondered, as her hands said something rude about Jono's grandmother and a pitcher of lemonade. "'Cause people like me can go bad, too. It's not all fluffy kittens and floating earrings."

The cab driver seemed relieved to have gotten them close to the park, and he pulled past some horse-drawn carriages and up to the curb.