Heather was angry, too, which Cat could understand, except that Cat was angry with her. “I told you to go home,” Cat yelled at her. “And not only did you not listen to me, you brought a felon with you!” “He’s not a felon,” Heather shot back. Then she flushed. “Well, okay, except for murdering two people. And he only said that he did it. He was probably just trying to impress me.” Cat stopped pacing and stared at Heather. Heather exhaled. “That came out wrong.” “I certainly hope so.” “Oh, Cat, don’t be so huffy,” Heather snapped. “I helped you tonight. All of you. You can spin it however you want—that I’m your stupid little sister, your comic relief—but I saved J.T. and Tess tonight. Me. And you can go on about how I didn’t listen to you but it’s a damn good thing I didn’t listen to you. So let’s all cheer, ‘Go, Heather, for following your own instincts. Because you saved the day!’” Heather made a show of patting herself on the back.
