"R-right." Rosario could hear the tremor in her mom's voice, but Archer – Archer, who talked about his dad being based in Dubai these days in the same careless tone of voice her family might talk about a friend who'd moved to Queens – didn't even appear to have noticed the upset he'd caused. (He was the cause of this. Rosario might not know what 'this' was just yet, but on that front she was dead certain: whatever it meant, that sickened expression that had rolled over her mother's face, it was definitely Archer's fault.)
"But..." Carla continued, and Rosario saw her hesitate, like she did sometimes when she was trying to tread carefully with her words. "I guess he went to school at Columbia, same as you, right?"