I expected that being away from my friend, Katya's mood would improve, because I still continued to adhere to the idea that it was she who was responsible for my sister's bad mood. But Katya is sitting in the passenger seat, still the same gloomy and thoughtful. I skim my eyes over her figure, noticing how she nervously fiddles with the strap of her bag. I wait for my sister to share with me the reason for her experiences, but she continues to be silent, staring tensely at the road.

- Kate, did something happen to you? I ask when the silence drags on.

Sister Indeterminate shrugs, her eyes down...