She was sorry?  What did she have to be sorry for?  As usual, when her baby sister decided she wanted something, she got her way.  What did it matter for Celeste?  She was just the other daughter.  The good daughter.  The one who bent over backwards to do what had to be done to keep her family together.<br/><br/>Celeste had taken on the sister role and the mommy role and the wife role.  She did the cooking and the shopping and the chores.  While her friends were at the mall, she was making meatloaf.  Because when it came down to it, no one else would do it.<br/><br/>Her father had been too busy in his depression to notice.  Her sister was too young.  And Celeste would be damned if she had anything to do with her mother.  Not after she'd learned the truth of what the bitch had done to their family.  It was because of her that they had come to this.<br/><br/>Celeste watched Carlie walk past her and then turned her attention back to her father, but still she didn't move from the doorway.