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**To Elder, Sister always seemed to have dirt on her face. Others thought Sister was peachy keen, top of the heap, something to admire, to cherish, to laugh with, and to love. But Elder knew Sister was dirty dirty dirty, in the way only an older sister could know such things. A sister who had been stabbed in the back, time and again, from the moment Sister was born.
Of course, Elder wasn’t without her own unsavory identities. She was pretty sure that SHE was the peachy keen one of the two. So she devoted her life, from the moment Sister was born, to showing up Sister. This was easy in the intellectual department, because Sister’s aim was only moderately good when she shot from the heart. Elder’s aim was unerring when she shot from the head.
“What's that got to do with the price of eggs?” Elder asked, that time Sister was having a hissy fit about the ice skate.
“We’re not talking about the price of eggs!!” Sister stamped her foot, turned purple and cried.
Elder had perfected her smirk by this time, and smirk she did.**
Continued...
The Bind of Sister-love
Sister would steal her ice skates (she knew that Sister wouldn’t be able to resist those shiny new skates. Ha!)
Elder hid prized possessions well. She understood Sister’s malevolent twisted mind; Sister, simply, coveted everything Elder-stamped, Elder-owned, Elder-anything (it was a dirty, dirty sickness).
Sister was secretive but unerringly predictable - she would steal or break, depending on her jealous mood. She was emotionally and wickedly sly (like a fox in a chicken pen). Sometimes, she’d just borrow things for a while, but she always damaged them, somewhat, to tarnish their shine.
Elder hatched a plan…
Older Brother was in charge of allowances, and Sister (cunning little brat) kept her greedy little hands off his stuff. She flattered and simpered and, generally, conducted herself like a sweet adoring angel in his presence (sucking up for any extras, you know?); tiptoeing around him as if she were walking on eggshells.
When Sister was out of the way, Elder approached Older Brother with her plan…
“I want to place a bet. Sister is after my skates and she needs to learn a lesson, once and for all. What do you say?”
“A bet, a bet on your own little sister’s character. Are you nuts?”
“Older Brother you must take me seriously. She’ll borrow, break or steal my skates.”
“If something happens, and I doubt that it will, how will I know that you haven’t set her up to look bad. How?” He slammed his hands on the table, to make his point.
“Leave that to me.” She promised, hoping that her plan would work.
“Okay! But if you want to bet; if you’re serious, you must put money on the table. A dollar and a half will do.”
“Money?”
“Sure...it’s only the price of half a dozen eggs. Prove that you’re confident.”
And so she did.
Later that day…
Elder remembered that time Sister had a fit because the skates she’d “borrowed” didn’t fit. She thought about the eggs while she waited. Sister had gone out, she didn’t dare check on her skates, but she prayed and prayed.
Older Brother was in the hall when Sister limped in. Rage boiled; it steamed off her in curling furls of white-hot smoke. Her face was purple (again), but her tears fell at Older Brother’s feet like stone.
“What have you done Elder. I can’t get these damn skates off?” She bellowed; boiling kettle red. (with purple edges)
“If they were yours you’d know how to wear them.” Elder retorted. Smirking like a Cheshire Cat.
Elder couldn’t contain her grin; she smirked and smirked and hoped that the glue would continue to hold Sister’s feet firmly in her skates. After all, she could buy a new pair with the money Older Brother owed her for the bet.
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