Here’s a rewritten version that keeps the same meaning: “You’re nothing like your sister,” my mom remarked at dinner.
“You’re not half the woman your sister is,” my mom said at dinner. I pushed my chair back and said, “Then she can start paying your rent.” Dad turned pale. “Rent? What rent?” My father leaned back, exhaling a dramatic, stage-managed sigh. His eyes skipped over me, landing on Vivian with swelling pride. “Speaking of … Read more