Drop Dead Sisters (The Finch Sisters, #1)

by Amelia Diane Coombs

A few years ago, Eliana wanted to put together this hour-long montage video for Dad’s birthday. Over three decades of birthday parties and Christmas mornings and family vacations, and she tasked Maeve and me with reviewing possible footage. As a professional doormat who doesn’t know how to say no, I agreed to help despite being swamped with work, and I spent an entire weekend watching home videos. The most surprising thing? Eliana seemed like she liked me when I was younger. Maeve was, in typical Maeve fashion, distracted by anything shiny or remotely edible—and considering I was neither, she lost interest quickly—but they were both sweet to me. Eliana encouraged me to walk and played games with me and smooched kisses on my cheek. Maeve dressed me up and stole Mom’s lipstick, smearing my lips bright red. The shift occurred in high school, when Eliana’s interest in me dimmed into disdain and Maeve’s short attention span somehow became even shorter, her little sister the least of her worries.