Paula stood in front of the mirror, aghast. "My makeup is ruined!"

"I'm sorry."

"It's all over the place. I can't believe my sister puts up with this!"

"She doesn't," I softly responded.

"I don't blame her," she said, clearly agitated as she hastily pulled three tissues from the box and began to address her lipstick.

"Charlotte hates it. I stopped asking."

"Well, don't ask me again."

"I said I was sorry."

Paula dried her eyes. "It's just too much. More than I bargained for."

"I won't ask again."

"For Christ's sake! It's in my hair too!"