I smirked at the sudden mental image of a wee Stevie Nix pulling strings and calling shots from Mission Control in Riley's mind.
I glanced in the rearview mirror, prompting her to continue.
"...whenever we have to be around each other, it's like there's a part of me that feels dread, because it's like 'What's next?' He always has to say or do something..." she said
She was referring to a young man with whom she has had an ongoing friends-to-lovers-to-enemies-back-to-friends-ish adventure (she's 14 - the "lovers" is more of a metaphor)
We'd just bumped into their family at lunch, following Sunday morning church... a time traditionally reserved for stirrings of the Holy Spirit, not Stevie Nicks.
This young man recently made some remarks that made Riley uncomfortable.
It was dealt with immediately. They talked things through. He apologized with a side of justification ("Take it as a compliment" he'd said)
She explained why she couldn't ever do that.
He apologized again, this time with less excuse making.
Now they're knee deep in 'getting back to normal' (whatever that even is)
From behind my seat, she continued to explore her after lunch emotions "...but there's another part of me that's a little bit Stevie Nicks...a little..." She started to sing,
'...but you won't forget me...
(I was such a fool)
I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me...(skip some lyrics) ...I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you...haunt you '
( link- Silver Springs FleetwoodMac: https://youtu.be/eDwi-8n054s?feature=shared )