Heirloom

"I don't know about this," said Veronica, shaking her hennaed head. "Will the sixties never end?"

"Not if we're lucky, and I might remind you that you're the one in the tie-dyes here, kiddo."

Veronica picked at her skirt defensively. Tie-dyed, yes, but not in any off-the-shelf pattern. "This isn't from Benetton, it's for real. It was my mom's."

"An heirloom, oh thanks." Thea put her head between her knees. "You won't understand this, V.R., but when I hear things like that I expect somebody to come and hang a plaque around my neck. Y'know, one that says 'National Monument.'"