I push Dan’s arm away and sit up. “Just…” Just stop,I want to say, but I can’t, the words won’t come. So I get out of bed, snag a t-shirt from the floor and tug it down over my thin boxers as far as it’ll go, and start digging through our suitcase, open on the floor where we left it last night. “We have to get dressed,” I say—it’s a lame excuse but it’s the only one that comes to mind. “Can we talk about this later? After we get something to eat maybe?” Or never, that would work for me.I’m well aware of the peevish tone in my voice but I can’t help it. Penny’s not the only one who doesn’t want details. “Just go, Caitlin. Cat. We’ll be out in a few minutes.”
I don’t have to look at my sister to know she’s glaring at me now, but tough shit. “Michael,” she starts.
Holding up one hand to ward off whatever she has to say, I shake my head. “I said go,” I snap at her.