She just looked at me, and I was like, 'Don't worry, I'm not going to rat on you,' ... I didn't think I would.

She said she'd have knock-down, drag-out fights with her mom because she favored her brother and would give him anything.

I would ask her questions over and over again,

But she loved her dad; she was a daddy's girl. She said her father had changed the life insurance and she was going to get everything because her brother was not really his kid.

They were all lost, including adults and puppies.

I don't believe in worrying. It's a waste of energy.