“Some of us have jobs and can’t just pick up and fly across the country at a moment’s notice,” Sadie said.

Fury blazed through Greta, but before she could open her mouth, Maggie spoke.

“Would you stop being so shitty to Greta all the time, Sadie? I don’t know what your deal is with her, but you never talk to the rest of us the way you talk to her.”

Sadie blinked at Maggie. “She just swanned in here and accused us all of ruining her life and now is like, ‘Oh, come visit my beautiful paradise that I’ve lived in for one second.’”

“That is not what I said, Sadie!” Greta exploded. “You’re so determined to take anything I say in the worst possible way. But you know what, that’s not my problem. I think you feel like since you’ve been the good, responsible oldest child your whole life, you’re mad at anyone who hasn’t. You’re bitter and jealous because you think if you didn’t get to do something, then no one else should get to do it either. But like you said, you’re an adult now, and you can do whatever you want. So if what you want is to be a shady bitch to me all the time, then I guess that’s your call. But once we aren’t around each other all the time anymore, we won’t have a relationship if you’re like this.”

“This is ridiculous,” Sadie said and stood. “I’m going upstairs. Tell me when she leaves.”

“Biiiitch,” Maggie whispered to Greta.

“She doesn’t mean any of that,” Greta’s mom said. “You’re her sister and she loves you. We all do.”

“What would you think if she does mean it?” Greta asked.

“No, no, she doesn’t.”

“Right, Mom, but I’m asking what your opinion of her would be if she really meant every word. Because it’s a lot of work going around assuming someone doesn’t mean 80 percent of what they say.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at, Greta Louise. She’s your sister.”