“What’s wrong with her?” You ask, making me all the more nervous and embarassed and ashamed. Oh, Gosh!
We walk for some time before you turn and say, “What happened to your sis Kevin? Tell me, I can help.”
My look only surprises you. This face is more of a surprise nowadays. I’ve been like this ever since mom and dad divorced.
“Wait, your parents divorced. Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” You say in an emotional tone, making me now nervous. This big mouth of mine!
“Ever since this new mom moved in, I’ve been having trouble with Katrina. It doesn’t seem right you know.”
We talk about this for a long time. I’ve got to admit. You’re a great comforter in your own way.
“But she’s cute, by the way.”
Lots of people say that.
“People like me.”
No, not in that way. I mean, people who like her.
“Come here.” But I turn away, afraid of a hug.
She’s one of our neighbors. That old lady you see ahead.
“You mean the one with the heavy bag?”
Yeah. She’s my auntie.
“Oh. How old is she? She seems so masculine to be that old.”
 
 
*Phone rings*
Brrr. Brrr. Brrr. Brrrr.
“Why don’t you pick up?”
Ah, it’s Katrina bro. What’s she left to say?
“You never know. Maybe she’s changed her mind.”
Not the Katrina I know. Why don’t you talk to her?
“Nah, bro. I can’t. It’s your call, answer it bro.”
Nah, not this time. Let’s go some ice-skating. You love the skating stuff?