There’s a long stretch of silence on Margot’s end.
“Margot?” Daphne whispers.
“Yes?”
“You’re the best sister I could’ve ever asked for.”
“Daph—”
“No, I need to tell you. You are. You stuck up for me when we were little, when our parents were total dicks because I wasn’t what they wanted, and you supported me in my dreams when they didn’t, and you could write me off like they did, but you haven’t. You never make me feel like I’m a fuckup, even when I am, and I love you and I always want to be your sister. I just—I needed you to know.”
“Where are you?” Margot says.
“I’m where I want to be,” Daphne whispers.
“Are you?”
“If you’d told me four years ago that I’d like camping this much, I would’ve laughed my ass off, but I am. I’m where I want to be. Even if—even if maybe you don’t like me camping.”
“Daph, you know there’s literally nothing—nothing—you could do to make me not love you back?”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m having a really good time camping,” she whispers.
“Camping,” Margot repeats.
“Camping,” Daphne agrees.
They are definitely not talking about camping.
“Okay then,” Margot replies. “Call me if camping goes sideways and you need anything. I’ll…take care of…those bad weather reports.”
“Bad weather—oh. Oh. Yes. Thebad weatherreports. Thank you.”
I bury my face in her back as Margot huffs out a frustrated breath.
“Because I can control that,” Margot mutters. “Right. But Daph, more important—don’t let your stupid pride get in the way. This isn’t like not having money. Camping is…bigger.”
Daphne laughs softly.
Margot snorts, which you wouldn’t believe Margot Merriweather-Brown would be capable of unless you’d ever seen her with her sister.
“Call me,” Margot says.
“No news is good news,” Daphne replies.
“I can’t wait to hear about this camping trip.”
“It’s been…unexpected.”
“If your camping companions need anything, I’m happy to throw up a few distractions. Like changing that weather report.”
I’m assuming she’s trying to say she’ll take care of the news article with my face attached, which is, in fact, something she can likely do.
“Um, thank you?” Daphne says.
