Meanwhile, Fin was drowning in the Hart mansion. The guest room was a sterile white cube. Mrs. Hart left her a laminated “House Etiquette” card. Dinner was a silent, three-hour affair with seven forks. When Fin tried to talk about surfing, Mrs. Hart held up a hand.
Across the fire, Fin was wearing one of Summer’s old cashmere sweaters (over her wetsuit) and was explaining the concept of “compound interest” to Brodie, who looked adorably confused. summer hart momswap
“We don’t discuss activities , Finley. We discuss trajectories .” Meanwhile, Fin was drowning in the Hart mansion
Fin smirked. “You got a better deal. You got a second mom who doesn’t care if you fail. And I got one who makes sure I never settle for less than I’m worth.” Hart left her a laminated “House Etiquette” card
The last thing Summer Hart expected to find on her private, pristine beach was a half-buried surfboard and a girl with flaming red hair yelling at a seagull.
“Get lost, Jerry! That’s my last granola bar!”