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“But you’re a billionaire and you can finance stuff, right?” she asked eagerly, and he looked at me.
“Are we going to go into the fair or…”
“I’m ready for action,” Molly said, and Polly and Chelsea burst into giggles.
“Come on, girls,” Finn said. “Let’s have some fun.” I looked over at Finn and grabbed his hand.
“You didn’t have to do this, by the way.”
“Do what?” he said.
“You didn’t have to invite my sisters and my friend to this fair and pay for us. You really could’ve just brought me and…”
“I wanted to know them better. They’re important to you. So…”
“So don’t tell me they’re important to you because they’re important to me.”
“Well, no, I wasn’t going to say that. But I’d like to get to know your friends, see who shaped you as a person.”
“Oh, then you need to meet our parents,” Chelsea spoke up. “They’re the ones that have shaped us the most.”
“Has anyone heard from Mom and Dad lately?” I asked, and Polly’s eyes widened.
“Oh my gosh. You didn’t hear about Bingo?”
“No. Who’s Bingo?”
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Oh, Polly, you didn’t hear that Bingo’s new name is Bing?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Mom adopted a dog from the shelter and she called him Bingo.”
“I didn’t know Mom adopted a dog.” I stared at them. “When did this happen?”
“I guess last week some time,” Chelsea said. “But get this. He’s a three-legged dog.”
“A three-legged dog?” Finn looked surprised, and Chelsea nodded.
“Yep. And so Dad said if he’s three-legged, he should have a different name.”
“But why? That doesn’t make sense,” Polly said.
“Come on now, Polly. Since when does Dad make sense?” Chelsea said, shaking her head. “So anyway, that’s why his new name is Bing. Dad took off theOon account of the fact that he had a leg missing.”
“Oh my God. That’s so stupid,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, that’s what Mom said. And then Mom said all his ideas were stupid, and he said, ‘So, what you’re saying is all my adventures are stupid?’ And she said yeah. And he said, ‘Well, that’s what keeps us in this house.’ And she said, ‘No. What keeps us in house and home are my paintings.’ And he said, ‘Your paintings aren’t that great,’ and she said, ‘So what are you trying to say? I’m not a good artist?’ And he said, ‘Well, I didn’t say that. But if you really want me to, I will.’ And she said, ‘Well, all your inventions suck and…’ Yeah.” She wrinkled her nose. “That’s why they might really be heading for a divorce this time.”
Finn’s eyes widened, and he looked at the three of us. “Interesting,” he said. “So it does seem you get your knack for—”
“For what?” I said, interrupting him. And he shook his head quickly.
“Nothing.” He held his hands up. “Shall we forget about your parents and go have some fun?”
“I’m down to have some fun,” Molly said. “In fact, when I was ten years old, I was in a play in the park,Macbeth, and I played Lady Macbeth. And do you know how much fun it was?”
Finn stared at me. “Is she going to be like this the entire time?”
