I had felt it myself, in the uglier hours, the desire to be vindicated in front of everyone who had watched my sister call me jealous.

But I had watched what public humiliation does to people, and I had no appetite to pour my sister into it, even now, even having been proven right.

Being right is not a license.

It is just a fact.

What you do with it is a separate decision, and it is the decision that tells you, and your watching daughter, what kind of person you actually are.

“Some people might think so,” I said.