“Someone broke their promise to me,” Bette cut in coldly. “That’s what’s important.”

“Yeah,” Kit said. She stood and made her way to the bar. “I make a promise and I break it one time-”

“Not one time, Kit, many times.”

“-and I’m the villain. ‘Cause in the world according to my baby sister, people never change. And certainly not for the better, you know?” Kit’s hands shook as she poured herself a drink. Bette looked disgusted. “You get that from Daddy, I think. He doesn’t believe in people making good changes-”

“What change?” Bette cried, shaking her head. The sarcastic smile was back. I was torn between feeling so awkward that I wanted to just slip out of the van unnoticed and being so entranced that I was wondering why I didn’t have my tape recorder on to capture the family squabble.

Bette gestured wildly to Kit, who was downing a shot. Vodka. Straight. “I mean, that isn’t change, Kit, you’re still a drunk.” Kit looked offended, despite the glaringly obvious evidence of Bette being right. “And when’s the last time you saw David, just out of curiosity?” Kit downed another shot and Bette snorted, standing up, or as much as she could in the space of the van. “Daddy’s right, you know, and I’ve been stupid to depend on you for anything-”

“Now, hold on!” Kit cried, turning. I stood as well, bumping my head on the ceiling. Ow. I crouched down a little bit. This was getting sort of ugly, and almost not in a compelling way. I didn’t want to get in the middle of what was obviously a big issue between the two of them, and I sort of wanted my interview, too. But this wasn’t going to go anywhere.

“Maybe I should go-” I tried to say, but Kit cut me off.

“No, you’ll get your interview; I just gotta sort this out-”

“How good is that interview going to be, Kit?” asked Bette, amused. “Do you think it should be documented that you’re a raving drunk with dependency issues?”

“Dependency issues?” her sister exploded. “Dependency-”

“Oh, come on,” I said quietly. “I wouldn’t write about that-” Even if I had been sort of considering that angle. For a minute.