We need to get going. We have a lot to do today.” Melody walked into Noelle’s bedroom after rapping lightly on the door. She sat on the edge of the bed, prompting Noelle to roll over, putting her back toward Melody. Noelle groaned. “Why do I need to go with you and Mom? Have you considered that it might not be very fun for me?” As soon as the words came out, Noelle bolted out of her bed and hugged Melody, hoping to erase the shocked look of hurt that she’d put on her sister’s face. “I’m sorry, Melody. My brain is still groggy.” “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Noelle, I thought we were over all of that.” “I’m trying, Melody,” she said, placating her. “Come on. Let’s get going. Do I smell bacon and eggs?” Noelle quickly showered and dressed in a pair of light brown slacks, a green peasant blouse, and high-heeled strappy sandals. She sat in the backseat of her mother’s BMW Gran Coupe, literally feeling like a third wheel while Melody rambled on about lace and bows, ribbon and sequins.
