[My sister. My best friend. And everything else. ]

"She's not coming" you say, throwing your phone across the sofa

"Neither is she" I respond, impassively. 

"So"

"So."

"Kawfee?"

"Kawfee."

My grandmother's stories (part I)

"I'm sorry, I missed a step."
"That's okay, I think it was me- I wasn't thinking straight"
"We're old, it happens. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, it's okay. We can take it slow. We're old, we've got time."