your sister calls
with news. it's sunday.
she's making pasta with
red sauce like her
mother used to do.
she wants to say that
she got married again,
but never quite gets
there. instead she tells
you about the weather,
her golf game, her new
part time job at the
hospital. the price
of gas, and of course
our mother. the update
on if she is really
losing her mind, or
pretending so that
everyone will visit
more often. and at
the end of the
conversation,
i say congratulations
on the wedding,
and she says thanks.
let's talk again soon.
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