"That's okay," I told her as she struggled

"That's okay," I told her as she struggled to fix the painting, attempting to make it look more presentable, I assumed. "It's better than anything I could do." Another lie.

What is with the lies? I looked at her and I still saw my little sister, but she had changed. Since I last saw her she had aged, and had a permanent scowl plastered onto her face.

"That hurt," my little sister mumbled. "Hey, at least it's off your face," I said. "Want a sandwich?" She nodded and followed me to the kitchen. I fixed up two salami sandwiches.

"Mmm, this is really good, thanks." She said, barely audible through the sandwich in her mouth. "Any time" I said. "Now that we have finished with the sandwiches, let's get down to

business. You need to wear the short black velvet skirt, red stilettoes, red lace top, no underwear and red lipstick only... hair loose," I added. She sucked thoughtfully on her co

pper-coloured hair. "Hmm," she said, "I feel as if I'm too old for this now. I threw her the red lace top, my only response being, "You're never too old if I say you're not." I

tried not to drool as she struggled to put on the red lace top. Her lily while fat rolls called out to me. "Uh, a little help here?" she gasped. I yanked the lace over her head &

it tore. I couldn't help myself. I had to laugh. "You're adorable," I said. "You're an idiot," she replied affectionately. "I love your lily white fat rolls," I added. "I love your

cankles and the way your eyes twinkle when you get a free dessert at the all-you-can-eat crab shack down the road." Sigh. We were two sugary snap peas in a jumbo size pod.