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came back in, setting a large platter of shrimp and linguine down as I opened the envelope. She put her hands on the back of her chair and watched us, smiling. Inside the envelope was a large silver key. The letters VW were printed on the rubber edge. I held it up and looked over at Sophie, confused.
    “It’s yours,” she said, calm as daylight. “The Bug. Sitting outside. It’s yours, Jules. I’m giving it to you.”
    I swallowed. Closed my eyes tight for a moment and then opened them again, as if the words I knew I should say would appear suddenly in front of me. They did not.
    “She’s speechless!” Sophie laughed. She got up from her chair and came around the back of mine, putting her arms across my shoulders. “What do you think? Are you excited?”
    I nodded. There was no way I could take it. The gift totally outdid Mom and Dad’s, which had been a Prada briefcase for my internship at the courthouse.
    “Wow,” Dad said softly. He cleared his throat. “That certainly is generous of you, Sophie.”
    Mom’s eyes were still roving over the key. She sat down and pressed her hand against the base of her throat. “The car?” She looked at Sophie. “You’re giving her your car?”
    Sophie nodded gleefully. “She’s gonna need one anyway, right? Getting to and from Pittsburgh, driving God knows where else.” She grabbed my shoulders with both hands and squeezed. “You gotta hit the open road, girl. Spread your wings. Take a road trip now and again.”
    Mom’s face had paled considerably. “I just…” She glanced over at Dad for help. “It’s just…such a…”
    “Big responsibility?” Sophie finished.
    Mom nodded, and fiddled with the cord on her hearing aid. I knew responsibility was not her main concern at all. Mom’s main concern was my safety, which no car—however well built—would be able to live up to. Every morning, she watched from the front window as I got into the back of Zoe’s rusty Ford Taurus, waiting until I fastened my seat belt. Once, I had forgotten, and she dashed outside, arms waving, shouting, until Zoe slowed again. I was mortified.
    Sophie shrugged. “I got it covered,” she said. “I just paid this puppy off in April. Julia won’t have to worry about car payments at all. Just insurance.”
    Mom looked over at Sophie. “It’s a wonderful gift, Sophie. You’re very generous, honey.” She glanced down at the large serving dish. “We really should eat before everything gets cold.”
    Sophie grinned. “Hold on, Mom. There’s one more thing.”
    “Oh?” Mom’s voice was faint. “What’s that?”
    Sophie nodded at me. “Open the pink envelope, Jules.”
    I looked inside it again, shaking another, much smaller key out of the side corner.
    “What’s that?” Mom asked, making her way around the table with the bowl of linguine.
    “It’s a key to my place,” Sophie answered. “I want you to take a trip this summer, Julia. To Vermont. Come visit me for a few days. I’ll show you around Poultney. It’ll be great.”
    Dad set his water glass down. “That sounds terrific, Sophie. We’ve never been to Vermont and I’m sure…”
    “Just Julia.” Sophie did not take her eyes off me. “You guys can come another time.”
    Mom exchanged a quick look with Dad. “Well, I don’t know about that,” Dad said. His voice was much too loud, as if he was trying to regain control of the situation. “Julia’s never driven such a long distance before. It’s not an easy drive. And she’d have to do it alone.”
    “This is Julia’s gift,” Sophie said. She had started eating, shoving enormous forkfuls of the long, oily pasta into her mouth. “It should be her decision.”
    I held Sophie’s gaze as long as possible before dropping it again.
    Sophie put her fork down and swallowed. “You don’t want to go, do you?”
    I shrugged helplessly, fingering a lone piece of linguine that had drooped over one side of my plate. Mom and Dad’s eyes were burning a hole on