Jess laughed. “Cath, I don’t think your parents are half as bad as you make them sound. I think you’re the one who drives you crazy, not them.” Cath laughed, too. “You could be right. I can’t seem to shake twelve years of goal-orienting, that’s all.” It was wonderful to hear her laugh. Jess couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard Cath laugh like that.
