Sharon laughed, crinkling her nose. I supposed she was used to it; after all, I'd always been a little spacey.
"I was worrying about my family," I admitted. "You know how much I miss Mom?" I haven't heard anything from her in weeks."
Sharon nodded, but I could tell she was confused. She'd never been close to her mother, unlike me. Sharon, like me, had come from a wealthy family, but she'd never been an outsider in the family. You couldn't tell where I'd lived as a teenager by looking at me today. My clothing were mostly from Target, and I never wore makeup. I'd never been a true "girly girl," despite Mom's assurances that I'd grow into it.
"I bet," Sharon replied. She took the cooking spaghetti from the stove and motioned for me to help her. I braced myself against the scorching steam a
