“It all depends on your attitude, you know.”
Her reply came out harsher than intended. Dawn cringed at the accusing tone in her sister’s voice. Heather shifted her stance and set upon a new line of questioning.
“What about school and those two classes you were failing?”
This time Dawn lifted her head and met her eyes. “I’ve raised my average in both. I might still take the business class again, though, even if I don’t fail.”
“Well, that’s good news I guess,” Heather said.
Without waiting for a reply, she returned to the leftovers lining the counter. She busied herself with locating suitable lids and set several containers in the refrigerator. Behind her, Dawn placed the last handful of silverware in the dishwasher. Heather wiped off the counter and reached for the dishtowel to dry her
