"You want to go to Ushuaia again this weekend?" Lydia is skeptical.
One more weekend until Christmas. I don't mention Sevario. I don't want to know whether she remembers him, whether she noticed him. In this way, we are and aren't like sisters.
Besides, she would tell me that he wouldn't still be hanging around. And she'd be right. I know that.
Still, I can use the cash, add it to my travel stash in the cookie jar.
"I have sweaters left, and this is our best chance."
Lydia gives me that sideways glance, but I know she can make money, and I know she wants to go, and I know we'll be heading to Ushuaia.