Celeste watched her sister as if she were some kind of alien life-form. The truth was, if someone had said that the Paisley in front of her was from another planet, Celeste would've been inclined to believe it.
Where was the Paisley she knew? What had happened to low-key, don't-make-waves Paisley, the sensible, stay-put sister? For that matter, what had happened to Paisley the sister who wasn't pregnant?
Who are you and what have you done with my Paisley?
Sitting across the table from her in a burger joint, Celeste tried to get used to the changes. Paisley had not been so effusive, so colorful and erratic, since childhood. She hadn't shown so much open emotion in years...and, well, she had never acted so outright whacky.
"What better time to leave a husband than when you're eight
