A few months ago.

Rebecca came to Rye’s Pizzas in the evening, and she took Benjamin in her red Porsche.

“Don’t wear sunglasses, ma’am, they’re not good for your health,” Benjamin said, sitting in the back because she wouldn’t usually let him sit next to her.

“Don’t I look cool when I’m wearing them?” Rebecca asked.

“Yes, but… you wouldn’t want to harm your health just to look good, would you?” he asked. “Your sister eats whatever she wants, but you think three times before putting a spoonfu