“No.” Tasa huffed. “What about an organic-apple farmer in Upstate New York? Does it matter? The point is that because he has the imagination of a flea, he’s only come up with two options, and I’m forced to follow one of those. It’s arbitrary and absurd and … and … insane! Like him!”
Another thing she’d never told Nina. That she’d changed her major to experimental dance. Her family would have conniptions if she turned away from a refined career singing opera to experimental performance art, or what they’d mockingly describe as twisting and flopping around like a dying fish on the floor.
“It’s because he was so young when he was thrust into his position as head of your family and of that business empire,” defended Nina. “It doesn’t help that your brothers immediately knew they wanted to fo
