“All that about making the sister sick for her own good; would you say she actually believes that?” “No,” Cassie said. She refolded the tissue to find a clean bit. “‘Believe’ doesn’t exist for her. Things aren’t true or false; they either suit her or they don’t. Nothing else means anything to her. You could give her a polygraph and she’d pass with flying colors.” “She should’ve gone into politics. Hang on; here we go.”
