“You know, Louisa—sometimes I really hate you.” “I don’t mean to upset you,” she says. “I’m only telling you the truth.” “Maybe that’s what you tell yourself.” I swallow hard against the lump rising in my throat. “But I think you can’t bear for anyone else to have something you don’t. That’s why you always feel the need to ruin everything!”
I’m happy to see some sisterly fighting and for Clara to call Louisa out
