"So what?" Jeanette Rogers asked, taking another bite of ice cream.

"So all you do is hang about here all day and eat me out of the fucking house!" Robin snapped.

"So? I'm your sister." Jeanette flicked her honey-blonde hair over her shoulders.

"And you're rude to Stan every time he comes here," Robin said, her wide blue eyes flaring with anger.

"Oh, fuck, Stan," Jeanette said. "He's just a jerk. All men are jerks."

She spooned another glob of ice cream into her mouth.

Robin drew her breath in hard.

"I've had it, Jeanette," she said. "Either you clean this place up while I'm away and promise to go out for a job tomorrow, or there's gonna be trouble."

"Oh yeah, what kind of trouble?" Jeanette asked, letting her little nightie ride up over her thighs. It was two in the afternoon and she hadn't dressed yet.

"You'll see," Robin said menacingly. "What happened to that job you had at the supermarket?"

"Too much work," Jeanette said. "They were always hassling me. I don't need that shit."

"Jeanette, you're twenty-two!" Robin yelled. "You have to wise up sometime!"

"Just fuck off," Jeanette snarled, "you're ruining the fucking program."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Robin said, and walked out.

It was getting dark when Robin came back.

She stood inside the door and stared at her sister, then at the total mess that Jeanette always left everything in.

"Okay," Robin said, "absolutely last chance. Start cleaning this up, or else."

"Oh, just shut the fuck up," Jeanette said.

"Didn't ever change, huh?" Robin asked. "Okay."

She pressed the apartment entry bell twice and stood by the door, waiting. Jeanette ignored her.

It was the sounds of several footsteps on the stairs that made Jeanette look up. She curled her lip as Stan walked in.