"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.

I took out my chisel and hammered off the plaster that clung to her face like a scowl. Different people had different senses of permanency. She smiled. My little sister was back!

"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

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.