Another morning, another conversation. Baby steps. Literally.
She's learned that if she wants to have a conversation with her sister, she has to actually show up at the door. It's a bit frustrating, but it is what it is. Her sister is depressed and she can't expect Jenny to come over and sit down with them at the kitchen table. It bugs her, but she can respect it. So, armed with a notebook full of cures for pregnancy sickness and tricks for avoiding stress, she stands at the door to the townhouse and knocks.