I usually left soon after she did on the weekdays, but since it was Saturday, I procrastinated. Yeah, I wanted to see my sister again, but our last visit about two months ago had shaken me. Instead of the zombie shell my sister used to be before she'd entered treatment, she'd been angry. Like the kind of angry that possesses your soul and makes you do and say ugly, terrible things. About Mom and Dad. Even about me and Riley. The doctors said she was still detoxing and that her "irritability" ...