Clenching her jaw, Celeste stood and reached for the silk robe at the end of the bed.  It had been a gift from their father.  She shook her head and started for the door.  It would be just like her sister to pitch a fit.  It was fine if she didn't understand what was going on, but how dare Carlie try to make their father feel bad.  He was happy for once and what did it matter that Celeste was the one able to do it?<br/><br/>Steeling her emotions, she pulled the door open wider and walked to her father's side.  She wrapped her arms around him from behind and gave him a squeeze.  It wasn't a lover's hug, but one of support.<br/><br/>"I'll take care of it daddy, it'll be okay."<br/><br/>Just as Celeste had always done, she was ready to take up whatever responsibilities were necessary to keep their family together.  Despite the webs of lies and deceit her mother had created.  Celeste was only a year older than Carlie, but she had watched it all unravel and she was not going to see them fall apart again after they had just picked up all the pieces.<br/><br/>Pulling back, she turned towards the room she shared with her sister.