A question caught me by surprise-3

Jennifer froze, the implications of what she had done and where she had
done it flashing across her face in silent horror. When we were kids, she
had a bad habit of making leaving me to clean up our mutual messes. This
was no different. She literally ran from the room, fighting her way past a
horde of morbidly curious onlookers.

This situation made me a firm believer that a human being can indeed be
rendered speechless. I just stood there, trying to process a couple of
thousand thoughts and sensations at once. I needed to do something,
anything. “Vicky, I…” I stammered hoarsely. Only she wasn’t the one I
needed to talk to right now.

There was pain and anger in her face and all manner of other emotion,
but she didn’t look surprised. It was if every terrible thing, every
suspicion she ever had about my relationship with my sister was simple
inevitable, and had finally come to pass. For the first time, we were on
the same page. “Save it Jack,” she spat acidly. “You two fucking deserve
each other.”