“Well, in that case, I'm done eating. Can I go?” Eve sits up, pushing her plate aside even though she's barely touched much all evening. Making it clear that her silence was a result of her sheer disinterest in any of this. It irks me that she brought her crappy attitude to the table, but at this point in life, I shouldn’t expect anything else. It’s who she is.
“That’s up to your sister, it's her night.” My dad locks a frown on her, almost willing her to sit down and shut up, only to meet their matched stubborn energy. In so many ways, Eve is a lot like my dad…only he has a personality and isn’t an asshole.
“She can go. I’m sure she has plans.” I interject to stop any argument brewing as I can taste the growing sass coming from my sister as she buckles down, ready to start. It’s not like
