“What are you doing sitting there? Get out of bed and go work on your hair and makeup.” She claps her hands together and yells, “Chop chop!” I wrap a throw blanket around my shoulders. “I don’t want to see people from town yet.” She frowns. “Why not?” I stay quiet. She rolls her eyes. “You care way too much about what other people think of you.” “No, I don’t.” My tone comes off annoyingly defensive. “Then why else would you have spent the last week holed up in here, finding every excuse to avoid going into town?”
