EMILY
"You know you can just take it out with a spoon if you must," said Aunt Lena, paying her attention to what she did with the whisk. When she did look back at Rachel, she asked, "Are you sure you're okay, dear?"
Rachel's gaze went to the ground as she went to her feet. "Sure, I'm good… it's just that I am… you know what? It is probably nothing."
Aunt Lena's attention was now arrested, worry written all over her face. "It doesn't look like nothing to me. Are you alright?"
"Of course, I am. Why aren't you asking Emily the same?" she snarled, rolling her eyes. "Oh, I see. I'm the one who always doesn't have to be alright, isn't it?"
Waited for her to smile— she didn't. Oh, okay this is weird.
Disgust creeping into my face, I stated, "Even for you, sis, that's still an embarrassingl
