“Sunday,” she said flatly. “Don’t forget.”
They walked out of the gym together, shoulders almost touching, sneakers squeaking in unison. Behind them, Clara wrote in her notebook: Marcela (13) & Ethel (15) — perfect friction. Don’t break them. casting marcela 13 y ethel 15 y
“Next,” Mr. Shaw said, rubbing his eyes. “Marcela, 13, and Ethel, 15.” “Sunday,” she said flatly