So many different emotions from the same event. Mom’s having the time of her life, sister doesn’t give a damn, and the poor boy is fighting tooth and nail to keep the peace in the midst of a full on panic attack.
I’m seeing an entire tragic life story for this poor guy covering for his borderline sociopath sister. Apologizing to people she shoulder checks in the street. Paying for what she shoplifts. Burying the bodies deep in the woods. All the time, mumbling, “Be good, Ellie. Be good.”