She looked like my Kaylie. “I am nothing but regrets,” I said. “I am Kaylie Rooney,” my sister replied, putting her hands on her hips, “and I do not approve that message.” She was so very… Kaylie. “You’re my sister, bitch. No regrets.” Her smile was infectious now, an on top of a pool table, on top of the world kind of smile. “Dance with me, Hannah.”
