"I actually saw him the day before I left. I'm from the same cut in time as Tim. Richie didn't vanish. And I've been in love with him since I was thirteen. Before Rachel even started noticing boys. Whoever gave you the facts either lied or didn't give them to you straight." She grumbled as she placed a fulcrum beneath the bookshelf and raised it up just enough to fetch each disk from each edge. One foot at a time. "Standing up straight she wiped her brow again. "If you wanted the truth, or straight facts it's always better to get them straight from the horse's mouth. Rather than from people who are going to twist them and bend them to their will. And as far as me not saying anything? Want to tell me when we've had a moment for me to stop and do something so selfish as pursue a love life? I mean the five minutes after we got here, sure. But I was so excited about being here that I didn't think about it. I also trusted my sister back then not to treat a boy like dirty underwear and discard him for a pair of mine."
She moved over to the next bookcase she wanted to move. Pausing long enough to force a cold chuckle. "And then, she wanted to blame me, for her doing it like that. Wanted to blame me for her wanting to be as loose as a goose. It's my fault for her not being a good sister, and showing just a little bit of loyalty. Tell me, what in that says she wants forgiveness?"