It took almost an hour to clean up that sticky mess. I felt bad about it and apologized twice. As soon as I said, "Geez, Stacy, I'm so sorry," that second time, her eyes finally cleared and she looked right into my eyes intently.
"That's enough," she said firmly. "Look, you apologized, and I accepted your apology, okay? You feel bad because you made a big mess. I get it. But what you need to understand is that this just proved you really needed it. I'll admit it caught me off-guard, but I don't feel bad about it. If anything, I feel like I finally did something to help you, and... Don't take this the wrong way, but I feel good about it right now. Understand?"
She never once raised her voice, but there was a quiet intensity about her that shook me a little. I had never seen my sister this
