Sisterhood
"Sisters," Nancy said, pulling her hair back as she brushed it. "There's nothing like a sister to be close to you. Are you and Jessie close?"
Zip, zip went the brush through her hair and I couldn't take my eyes off it.
Not as close as you are to me, I wanted to say. But she was done before I could answer.
Have I ever been close to anyone? If not Jessie, then who would I be close to? And Jessie and I aren't close. Nancy. But she has her sister.
Mother has Father. Jessie has Buddy, and Twink. Baby has everyone. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just a lonely soul, wandering the earth as lonesome as the breeze.
Then I promise myself to make an effort when Jessie's out next time. As if I can force closeness.