Three Wishes

by Liane Moriarty

It was like every fight she’d ever had with her sisters. A wave of rage would sweep her up and carry her high and righteous until she did something embarrassingly excessive. Then it would dump her, splat, leaving her stupid and small.

Try not to saddle yourself with too distinct a personality too early in life. It might not suit you later on.

It had been years since she’d made a new friend—it was a little bit like falling in love, except without the stress.