Angie bit on her lip and nibbled trail mix.

"Sure I hated her. She was prettier, louder and a boy magnet. And sisters are crazy you know, the way we hold grudges. I'll never truly forgive her (I know that sounds nuts) for the day she was 'elected' Miss Spain in summer camp."

Angie did the things with her fingers even though Bradley was staring straight ahead, driving precisely through the crazy thick snow. He seemed so responsible. And a hunk. How did Shayla do it?

"You should have seen her, strutting in her ridiculous costume out on the diving board. She didn't win but it didn't matter."

"Then why are you here?" Bradley asked, darting looks at her. "Really. Alaska's a long way to come. And Shayla, well, this sounds crappy, but she didn't even mention you Angie. I'm beginning to think she's a little bit of a bitch."

"She is. But she's my sister. And you've just met her, there are things you don't know. For every time she pissed me off or let me down, she cheered me up or kicked my ass when I needed to stop thinking and DO something. Or maybe the math's off. Maybe she's leaning towards the bitch part of the scale right now. I just hope we aren't too late to stop her latest mistake."

More road passed and then Angie remembered something.

"You said something about her promising to be your friend. Why did SHE come all the way out here?"

Bradley was about to answer when they passed a Green Explorer tearing down the mountain road, in the opposite direction.

"That's Bruno's car. Hold on!"