“None of them have even come over to say hi,” she noted, sounding, even being heard over the “Danger Zone,” more than mildly miffed.
Dream, angry on my behalf.
Wonders never ceased.
I turned to face her. “Yesterday, Raye and I had an argument, then Knox and I had it out, and you know my ability to hold a grudge.”
Weirdly, something soft hit her face when I said that, before she replied, “Yeah, I know all about that.”
And…
Holy crap.
From that expression on her face, it hit me so hard, I felt winded.
But not in a bad way.
She and I had history. We knew each other’s habits, personalities and foibles.
And Dream was glad she knew those things about me, even the bad stuff.
Giving it a second to think on, I was glad I knew not only that she was at her prettiest when she was doing something for or with her kids, I was glad I knew she had a chip on her shoulder and the ability to eat the utter grossness that was vegan parmesan cheese.
Because she was my sister.
There might be things we needed to get down to so we understood each other better…
But we had the foundation to understand each other.
Another shocker.
This meant the world to me.
“I’ll get over it, and we’ll get back to regularly scheduled programming,” I assured her.
“I take it with how he’s completely ignored you tonight, your conversation with Knox wasn’t a good one.”
Oh yeah.
Then there was that, the Knox ignoring me thing, which might bump this up to worst day ever number three.
Knox didn’t even scan for me when he limped in (and his limp was even less prominent, I noticed as I idiotically watched every step). And since he sat down, although I’d stolen glances, I hadn’t once caught his eye or felt his attention on me.
So I guessed when I said we were over, he heard me, and he was all in.
My stomach curled into itself just thinking that.
“No. It wasn’t a good one,” I answered Dream’s question.
It took her a second to work up to it but work up to it she did.
“The kids go to their dads’ Sunday afternoon. Once they’ve been picked up, we’ll meet somewhere for a drink or something so you can tell me what happened.”
Wait.
Did my sister just ask me on a sister date?
Oh shit.
