Sisters are always close. When
one starts dating and has a serious boyfriend, the other will be happy for
her. She will sit on the half-way stair,
peeking through the banisters as her sister dances in, bursting with excited
chatter about the evening just past.
Then she will motion her upstairs and sit cross-legged on her bed
listening to the he-said-I-said recounting.
She will be reassuring that he didn’t mean anything by this and yes,
it’s a good sign he’s saying that. She
will help dissect every look and every touch, assigning meaning where perhaps
none exists or dismissing that which worries her happy sibling.
She will be glad to offer grooming tips and magazine
how-to-keep-your-man advice to keep her sister in a state of bliss. She will lend her newest frock, her treasured
shoes, that perfect bag to complete the ensemble most likely to keep his heart thumping
with love and desire and lust and affection.
Her sister’s happiness will make her happy and she will only ever set
out to destroy that happiness if she truly loves him more.
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