you can't hide in a little town like this (смешанная)

“My mom is hosting a potluck,” Nancy says, watching Robin closely. “The kids are coming. Well, you know. Half the kids are in my house all the time now. But the other kids are coming, and we thought…” It’s hard to know who’s included in that we, and Robin doesn’t press… “it might be nice to widen the age-range a little. You know, so I’m not stuck in the middle of an Erica-Dustin face-off.”
There’s a way Nancy has about her, a quirked smile and doe-eyes, that Robin has seen work on Steve many a time. It shouldn’t work on Robin, but she’s only human.
“OK, yes, I will come. I will accept my status as a better seatmate than Erica or Dustin.” Especially Dustin lately, she doesn’t add, though she could.
“Great.” Nancy’s tone is crisp. She turns, curls flying, and tosses over her shoulder—“Steve’s welcome too, you know.”
Because of course that’s what it’s about.