30
“Rachel, would you help me hang out the laundry?” Esther asked, laundry basket on her hip.
Was this another plot to spend more time together? Maybe, but it would be rude to say no, as half the load was her work clothes.
Rachel put a bookmark in her page. The fastest way to deal with her sister was to help, otherwise she ended up feeling guilty. This living-with-other-people thing wasn’t at all like living alone. She’d had to move all her things over here last week because she couldn’t afford to pay for a place she wasn’t living in.
Esther headed out the door with the basket and Rachel followed. They said not a word. Halfway through, Esther stopped and leaned forward, palms on thighs.
“What’s wrong with you?” Rachel said.
“I’ll be fine. I get tired easily.”
“You’re not even thirty
