"I don't think I've ever been exactly quiet," she said, half-laughing, bordering on sheepish. She talked a lot, but she didn't say much. That, too, was a difficult habit to break. "I used to think I was like my mom, but the older I got, the more I became like my dad. Which is how I like it." She still worried sometimes that she was as much like Lianne as she'd once imagined. Worry was, she sometimes thought, all that kept it from being true. "You and she were close?"