If had a sister, she would be taller than me.
And older, I’d be the curvy one. She’d be the long legs, straight up and down one. Her hair would be darker, longer and not as thick as mine. Her eyes would be rounder, bigger, with more green, actually her eyes would be green. She would love her feet and have an obsession with Chapstick and bracelets. My sister would hate the rain. She’d have a dimple too.
If I had a sister, she would have a party laugh, love cheese, and always eat the olive first from her martini. She would have a foul mouth just like me, but she would try to control it. Just like me. She would sit on the counter too much and tell painfully long stories.
We would dance. Talk our ears numb, people watch, bitch and hug. She would like the movies, but different movies than me. We would tell each other all the things everyone…