We thought the birds were singing louder. We were almost certain they …
Beth Ann Fennelly
reveals itself in retrospect. Unlike the first, …
When my sister and I would meet at her apartment before heading out to bars, I would choose my clothes with care. I knew that when I walked through her door, she would study me, especially if a few weeks or more had passed since we’d seen each other. Sisters are envious, sure, but we were also information gathering. We looked a bit alike, so it was a way to test how we’d fare in a different outfit, haircut. She was often thinner than I was, but I had better style. Younger by two years, I was her leader only in fashion; I would often be wearing something she hadn’t considered yet. She would ask me where I got it, and I would tell her, maybe showing off a little. Sometimes she’d want to try it on and I would accessorize her, cuff her jeans or angle the belt correctly on her hips. If she asked, we’d swap outfits for the night. It was worth being the frumpier one to make her happy. …