My sister's psychological assessments were getting uncomfortably accurate. I blamed all the time she'd been spending with Sabrina, who apparently viewed human behavior as a fascinating puzzle to be solved through careful observation and strategic questioning.
"We should head home soon. It's getting late."
"Can Sarah stay for dinner? Mrs. Tanaka said she was making katsu curry, and Sarah's been talking about authentic Japanese food since we got here."
I looked at Sarah, who was now lying on her back next to Cassidy, both of them staring up at the Supra's suspension components while discussing something that involved a lot of technical terminology and hand gestures.
"Sarah, do you want to stay for dinner?"
"Can I? My mom won't be home until ten anyway, and this is way more interesting than microwaved ramen and reality TV."
"Call your mom and ask permission."
