Sabrina squeezes Rosie's hand. "If anyone bothers you, they'll have me to deal with," she says. "And I happen to think I can be pretty scary." But there's truth in the idea that they will have to put with some of that kind of nonsense, and it's enough to make Sabrina think about other parts of David's body she could break.

She's still thinking about it when Rosie asks her about Nick, and she laughs, a single bubble of delighted sound. "Oh. Oh. I see." Turning, she leans against the back of the couch, swinging her legs up into Rosie's lap to keep her from moving. "He likes you, of course. You'll find the way you want to be together. Not having experience won't be a problem." She folds her hands in her lap, glancing at them. "I had such a hard time at first-- back there-- with how I was feeling, with how much I wanted him. And I can say that I know he wanted me back then as much as he wants me now, regardless of experience or knowledge." Her mouth curves up at the corner. "What Nick likes is making you feel good."