I asked as I walked into her house. On the surface, Grace was everything I was not; she was slim and beautiful, while I was more than a couple of pounds overweight, and though I’d been called cute plenty of times in my life, no one but Jake had ever called me beautiful. None of that mattered, though. We were sisters from different mothers, and had been for practically all of our lives.“What news are you talking about?” she asked. “It must be serious.”“How do you know that?”She grinned at me. “Because you aren’t giving me a hard time about taking a shower in the middle of the afternoon.”“Why would I tease you about that? I take them myself just about every day,” I said.“That’s because you’ll smell like donuts if you don’t. My explanation is much less logical. I just felt like it, so I took one. That’s one of the great things about being a grown-up. I can have dessert for dinner and pretty much do as I please when it comes to everything else.”I laughed. “When’s the last time you had your treat before you ate your meal?”“Okay, it’s been awhile, but I could if I wanted to,”
