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he hasn’t been allowed to drive for several years now. That’s fine. She’s happy to call a taxi.
    Review: difficult daughter, know-it-all dad, son sweet and okay if a little weird, mom delayed potential/having affair, great-grandmother bitchy, granddad losing it. So we know where we’re starting.

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    P riscilla heads out, takes her mom’s car without asking—a fairly regular occurrence—leaving her mother with no way to go back out and pick up anything she needs for tonight’s dinner. Where are you going , Jean asks, and Priscilla tells her she’ll be right back, even though she won’t. She’s on her way to meet some friends at the mall. Priscilla’s in junior college but that’s not likely to last; she’s mainly there because her parents told her she’d have to move out if she didn’t go. A weak ultimatum at best, unlikely to be followed up on, but somehow it worked. Priscilla would love to have her own place, of course, has fantasies about a modern, spacious loft in New York or somewhere, like on Sex and the City , but (a) spends everything she makes on clothes and (b) seriously has no idea how to go out and sign a lease and all that. Also, she’s never prepared so much as one meal involving more than cereal and milk, never done one single load of laundry ever; even Otis has done laundry. Not that she’s consciously added up the thoughts about moving out meaning cooking and doing laundry and paying bills, of course. It may sound like Priscilla isn’t all that bright, but that’s not the case. Let’s just say that she doesn’t quite know what to do with the kind of intelligence she has. Like her mother, she has potential. This is maybe the one thing they have in common.
    At the food court, picking at one Cinnabon, Priscilla and her three girlfriends, Ashley, Danielle, and Taylor, her BFF, go over some recent gossip. It is agreed that a certain girl they know is fat, and also that she is homely. Busted . A troll. A severe troll , Taylor says. It is probably not a coincidence that this girl has also recently taken Taylor’s sloppy seconds in the form of her senior year boyfriend. It is not agreed that this certain girl is also a shady bitch, though Taylor adamantly insists this is so. Well, I’d be bitchy, too, if I looked like that , Priscilla says, and all three of her friends simultaneously think “You’re bitchy anyway,” and they glance at each other sideways, but no one says it. Taylor almost does—but then these two guys come over to them with clipboards, asking if they’d be interested in trying out for a new reality show.
    Priscilla can hardly believe it. None of them can. Their eyes all widen, they all sit up a little bit straighter, try to pretend they’re not smoothing down possible flyaways on their perfectly flat-ironed hair, but Priscilla especially believes this is her moment, believes it is absolutely fate; though she’s never previously thought about fate, she knows now that she completely, wholeheartedly believes in it, and that this is hers. These two guys ask the girls a bunch of questions, nothing unusual, what are they interested in, how old are they, a little about their families. Priscilla feels sure that one of them is directing more of his attention to her than to the others, and at one point she even tries to lean forward over the table in such a way that Taylor and Ashley are behind her and thus less likely to be noticed. She asks what the show is about and one of the guys, whose name is Ted, says that they can’t really say too much about it except that they’re looking for one main person to be the focus of the show, that it would be sort of like those MTV shows about the friends, but more focused on one character instead of an ensemble.
    Priscilla is doing everything she can to remain calm, but she is totally freaking out. It’s seriously like her destiny has come to her right now , right here at the food court. She tilts her head and nods in what’s meant