"Lily, get up," I heard Mom say from my sister's room.
"I'm-" Lily began.
"I don't care."
"Karen, she's drunk," Dad pointed out.
"I don't care."
"You're really going to send her to school when she's drunk?"
"I don't have time for this."
"You never, have time for this. Or for anyone but Kate!" Ashley shouted.
She must've come into the room at some point.
"I'm a psychologist Ashley."
"Oh, and that's your excuse? That's not an excuse!"
"Ashley," Dad warned.
"Back when my mom was sick, before she died, she had plenty of time for me. Plenty. Of time."
