Birthright

“I get it, too,” Maddy said and shrugged. It was easier just to whip out the (supremely fake) identification card before anyone asked. “I don’t mind looking young. But it’s kind of insulting to be carded by someone thirty years younger than you.” She stretched her arms over head and let them fall. “Listen, I gotta head back inside. I left Joey by himself. He’s probably drowned in a toilet bowl by now.” The blonde got off the picnic table.