Rose leaned against the bathroom door. Here it was her real life, the truth of who she was, barreling down on her like a bus with bad brakes. Here was the truth she wasnt the kind of person Jim could fall in love with. She wasnt what shed made herself out to be a cheerful, uncomplicated girl, a normal girl with a happy, orderly life, a girl who wore pretty shoes and had nothing more pressing on her mind that whether ER was a rerun this week. The truth was in the exercise tape she didnt have time to unwrap, let alone exercise to; the truth was her hairy legs and ugly underwear. Most of all, the truth was her sister, her gorgeous, messed-up, fantastically unhappy and astoundingly irresponsible sister.