The crisis with the spider averted, the group heads to dinner in the fellowship hall where the church ladies have set up a veritable feast. The food is, predictably, Mexican. Though Maddie thinks it looks delicious, Claire and her cronies aren’t so sure.

Claire and her friends wandered along the buffet line, eyeing the food suspiciously.

“Do you have anything—American?” Claire asked one of the women.

The woman was so surprised, she said nothing for a moment. Turning to her companions, she spoke rapidly in Spanish. Claire frowned, obviously not understanding.

Maddie watched the exchange. With Mexican grandparents on her mother’s side, she was fluent and knew exactly what the women were saying. Something extremely uncomplimentary about the dumb blonde.

“This is it,” the first woman said. “Our food isn’t good enough for you?” She folded her arms over her ample chest, glaring at Claire.

“I just don’t know what…