Didn't you just love Courtney?
Forget the issue of what kind of Jewish parents give a daughter such a goyishe (Hebrew for gentile; literally meaning “nation,” but signifying non-Jew and often carrying a pejorative connotation when Jews carry out all those secret rituals y’all are so worried about) name like Courtney. I know that Sara, Rebecca and Leah, three of the four matriarchs — the fourth being Rebecca - were already taken in this story, but really, Courtney?
Anyway, don't you just wish you had a sister who was so open and accepting, and willing to go with the flow? And don't you just wish you could share a dressing room with her while you both try on expensive lingerie?
Forget it. She's my sister, not yours. Okay, she's not mine either, but this is fiction, after all.