But who didn’t?
(Had to throw this one in, Bets.)
I loved that day.
I loved that day, too.
I like her bangs.
Name that movie.
Betsy and I have theories about sisters. About people who have them, about people who don’t. Then we realize one of our theories is blown out of the water for one reason or another and then we say, “Yeah, well…it’s true some of the time.” Then we continue to talk about it (and a thousand other matters) for four hours because that’s what sisters do: talk for hours about inconsequential things they wouldn’t necessarily talk about for four hours with other people, because it’s so much more effortless to talk to a sister. There’s so much background information that doesn’t need to be covered, and you don’t even need to speak in complete sentences to understand exactly what the other is saying.
This is a typical text conversation between Betsy and me:
To the outsider, that conversation accomplished nothing.
To Betsy and me, it was monumental.