There are two questions in my mind right now, and none of them about circumstance, but well-sort of. I am wondering if you can be a sister without being sister(s) to someone; and can you be a friend without being a friend(s) with someone? My own sister has said goodbye once or twice when we were young, living in the same house was the circumstance she could not escape, I could still see her, our skin, our faces, were not secrets, so it was okay. Now under different roofs, state lines, a house v. an apartment, I could see her, but I will be looking at a picture, a locked door, a quick response encouraged by our parents. That is where our remains. I just said this to a friend, but I feel like I should start introducing myself as an only child, if anyone asks. It would be such a exorcism of sadness if I held on to the pronoun. I am finally understanding, that in this life, there is blood, and then there is family. I remember playing with dolls, without you mostly, by myself mostly.
Here is the sequence:
remember when lennie suffocated that poor mouse he loved in his pocket, remember the one he loved so much that he held on too tight, and it died..CIRCUMSTANCE: she is not george, she is his cowardice. to explain she has a sister, would be like george, finally starting a life, lugging lennie, explaining him to everyone, everywhere, everytime, the only constant would be going. to ruin it for you, he kills lennie, at least humanely. there will not be a receiving, no letter back. glad I did not scan this one.
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