I told you that I am always sad to leave, but that is only half the truth, because I am also always sad to come.
Does it make it better that I told you I only came in for the beach? Perhaps thats how we started off on the wrong foot.
We sat at the kitchen table, the candles lit, the hurricane had arrived just before me and shut off all the lights. We were talking about your sister, until your sister came home. Then you pronounced that you were going upstairs, leaving me to do the exact thing we had been talking about, which was talking to your sister instead of to you. You are not interested in the question of why things bother you. Later you said that we didn’t have to go to bed, you just didn’t want to talk about your sister’s apartment, again, because you had already been talking about it. But you had just realized that you were wrong and it’s my theory that actually, you were embarrassed. They have a term for that, when you express the opposite sentiment from how you feel, but I forget what it is.
The topic of battles between sisters of similar ages has been coming up lately. Mine and I have called something of a truce, or at least I have, or at least she has. Well anyways, it’s the only explanation I have come up with for the silence. Knowing why this has happened doesn’t seem to help. All I know is, it’s not our fault, really. It’s just inherited – so we do the opposite thing from how we feel, to balance the thing out. Neither of us can stand to fight. So I won’t fight with you, either. I’ll just talk to your sister less.
