I Let My Sister Talk Herself Into the Fire

Maybe two.

Then I said, “No. I wouldn’t.”

The Votes

The room changed.

It wasn’t dramatic. Nobody gasped. But it changed.

Rebecca turned fully toward me, still smiling, because her face hadn’t yet gotten the message from her brain.

“Natalie,” she said, with that warning-sugar tone sisters learn in childhood, “if you have concerns, we can discuss them as continue reading …