My Sister Called Me a Leech at Thanksgiving Until a Colonel Stood Up and Changed the Room

years combined.

Amanda started asking about my life. Not my work. She understood that door was closed. But the rest of it. What I was reading, whether I was seeing anyone, what my apartment looked like. Normal things. Sister things.

And I started letting her in. I told her about the loneliness, about two dates in three years that both ended when the continue reading …