sip. It' s the local currency, and my

lity, I spent many of those "night shifts" in a small apartment I' d secretly rented

hbor, Mrs. Gable. She called me at the clinic duri

want to be a busybody, but

e naive, overworked wif

. string bikinis. They were at that big lake party. He had his arm around her, laughing. It j

ng a good brother-in-law. Sabrina doesn' t know anyone here, and he' s just trying to mak

ear," she said, c

cold satisfaction settling in my gut. The r

ontation was f

ormed into the clinic. Her face was red, her lips a thin, an

quiet waiting room. My c

e shaming my family. You let your tramp of a sister run wild with

rushed in right behind her. He mu

ulling her back. He turned to me, his face a mask o

ister! You' re the one with the dirty mind, seeing fi

hless and fuming, before

ntly. "I' ll handle

myself in the bathroom and cried fake t

mbling. "Swear on your father' s life that you have no

ng his weight. "Jocelyn, of co

it," I

ed. "Fine. I sw

, and he couldn't even look

, turning away from

guest room, where Sabrina was supposedly asleep

tonight," I announced to the closed

stration before his bed

tes later, Sabrina' s hand found mine in the d

losed door between him and the girl

as working