Jazz nods looking somewhere past Maria into space and sitting stiller with the distraction of conversation.
"Sometimes when Dad comes to get me if it's late on a bust night he gets roped in and we don't actually make it back until the wee hours of the morning."
Fabrication, lies laced with truth, Jazz was getting pretty good at it if she could say so herself.
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