The rest of the week dragged by and I avoided my dad as much as I could. I knew my reaction to my sisters' new clothes was irrational, but I couldn't help it. And I didn't want my mood to show to the rest of the family. I lied to my sisters and told them that I was working on some schoolwork to get ready for the new semester after the summer was over. Nobody invited me up to dinner, so I ate "leftovers" by myself after they were all done. It just seemed easier that way. It was a lonely week, but not unexpected.
By Friday night, I felt pretty confident that my resentment had cooled enough that I could hide it from everyone. For the first time since I had come home, I ate dinner with the family. And it was actually not as bad as I thought it would be, until the girls started asking me uncom
