I Let My Sister Talk Herself Into the Fire

“Morning, Dad.”

“I just spoke with Rebecca.”

“I’m shocked.”

He ignored that. “She says today’s discussion may become… difficult.”

“That’s one word.”

He lowered his voice, which was ridiculous because he was alone in his house in Mercer Island and I was in a locked office twenty floors up. “If there’s a disagreement, I want you to remember she’s your sister.continue reading …