![]() ![]() "I… I can't do anything that would hurt her." Let the warm liquid soothe my sore throat. My sister stepped up and did what it took. Why dwell on painful things? She's gone and she's not coming back. She wasn't all that present after Dad died, but she had her moments. Once I finish, Eve fixes tea with honey, brings two mugs to the bedroom, hands one to me. ![]() "You don't have to talk about it, but if you want to…" She mimes zipping her lips. Motions can I? When I nod an okay, she sits next to me, offers her shoulder. Then I pull out my cell and I see his message. I sit on my bed, watch Eve study the dress, try to take in the description of hers. I make it all the way to my bedroom, to the dress proudly displayed on the hanger above the mirror-Īs if it's saying this is the most important thing I will ever wear, because it's for my sister's wedding, and what could matter more than that. Usually, I hate that kind of thing, but I nod okay and I lead her up to my apartment. In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died ![]()
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