It took me a moment to process, but when I finally did I gasped. "She was a drug dealer?"

Noel nodded, misery on her face, slumping over the remains of her salad. "I don't do drugs, I swear it. I abhor them. My sister died of an overdose when she was fifteen." There was the hurt again, rancor. "We were models together, the two of us. But she got into drugs to stay thin and I couldn't stop her." Noel was crying all over again, though clearly audible and understandable, ...