There are so many different forms of relationship in the world—so many different kinds of love. I spent today being educated about one that I have not encountered up close before: the bond between sisters. I have seen, of course, the interactions between Pamela and her brothers, as well as Lamarr’s care for his younger siblings. It is slightly different, though, with two women who share blood and background.
Morgan received a call this afternoon from her sister Danielle. The contact surprised her, as she does not often speak to her sister, busy as they both are with their separate lives. She answered with pleasure, though, and the two spent a pleasant half-hour exchanging recent news.
“And how’s Brooke?” Danielle asked after a time.
Morgan tensed, aware of the subtext to that question. “She’s good,” she answered cautiously. “Busy. She’s not here right now. She had to head into the office for a meeting, but she’ll be back in an hour or so, and then we’re going out to dinner.”
“That’s nice.” Danielle was quiet for a moment, and even across the distance I could hear her hesitation. But then she spoke the words that were the reason behind her call. “I think you two make an adorable couple.”
Morgan blinked, a small smile coming to her face. “You think so?”
“Yeah. And I keep telling Mom and Dad that, too. I’ll talk them around eventually.”
Morgan was touched, but she didn’t know how to say it. So instead she moved the phone away from her face so she could clear her throat and returned it to say lightly, “Because of course they always listen to you.”
“You’re just jealous that you don’t have my persuasive eloquence,” Danielle quipped, and both sisters laughed.
The teasing that followed was full of memories and jokes that had been used for years. It was strange—though I could see clearly that pain and embarrassment had once been in these words, now they contained only fondness and nostalgia. What once divided these two young women now brings them together, and it is beautiful to see.
Despite their laughter, however, I do believe that Danielle is capable of doing as she has promised. What brief encounters I have had with her bring me to believe that she knows her family, that she loves them well, and that she will be a better influence than even I could be. I am content to leave it in her hands for now, though of course I will keep an eye on the situation as it develops.