When I got inside the house, I found her sitting at the kitchen table, wearing an old chenille bathrobe of our mom’s, drinking coffee and writing out an extensive to-do list. A pile of law briefs stamped CONFIDENTIAL sat next to her on the table. “Flan, I noticed that you didn’t make your bed this morning,” she snapped as I walked past her toward the refrigerator. “I want this house to look cleaner.” “Did you make your bed this morning? Or even once when you were in high school?” I asked, pushing aside some sketchy-looking leftovers and reaching for the peach-mango juice. “Be that as it may,” she grumbled, tapping at her calculator. I rolled my eyes. “Hey—I saw that.” “Give it a rest, okay Feb?” I plopped down on a chair across from her. “I want my sister back.” “And I want you to learn some responsibility. Life isn’t just an endless series of parties, Flan. It’s hard work and … and a bunch of other stuff too.” I sighed and wished that I’d told Sara-Beth not to invite Feb to the Halloween party after all.
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