at first trisha had tried to divert them , exclaiming over barns and grazing horses and picturesque graveyards in her best oh-wow-it's-waterless-cookware voice , but they ignored her and after awhile she had simply sat in the back seat with mona on her lap ( her dad liked to call mona moanie balogna ) and her knapsack beside her , listening to them argue and wondering if she herself might cry , or actually go crazy .