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“I don’t kno to help her” Gian flings his arms out in desperation

“I know” I sink back against the counter “She has to get through it on her own The grief counselor-”

Gian shoots rief counselor”

The grief counselor was a last ditch effort we made to help Ge with death and paid her handsomely to keep quiet Three sessions with Ge us crazy with her five stages of grief and s We didn’t even need a conversation to know that the woo We fired her and left Ge over Ben and Jerry’s instead

I stifle a laugh “Yeah she sucked, but I don’t think forcing her to be happy is going to work either”

“I’ her to be happy I just want her to take a damn shower!”

“I know, but she has to do it on her own”

Geree She doesn’t need her two big brothers hovering over her everyher

“Yeah, yeah” He groans

“I’ll go talk to her while you set up for dinner, yeah?” I clap him on the shoulder as I pass

“It’sit There’s little privacy in this house

Her rooirly shade of pink she picked out when she elve She has posters on the wall of boy bands and she sleeps in a white four-post bed It’s still every bit of the teenage haven she left when she went to college The plan had been for her to look for her own apartraduated, but after Ma’s death she was too depressed to even google apartments

I had tried to drag her out to look at some, but she had no interest, and part ofher and let her stay in this teenage dream room instead

Gemma is curled under a fleece blanket in thedown on the edge of the white comforter

She unwraps herself just enough to look at ”