More sibling strife

9:30. She shuffles off to the kitchen in her ill fitting thrift store Keen's. Grabs a handful of raw almonds. Shuffles back. Glaring all around for something to react to. Hmm, she says to a curled piece of artwork. Eyes fixed now in my direction. Like a feral cat on the prowl. Back to her corner. Back to her ill fitting reading glasses she gave to and then took from a friend after he died (I'm not kidding). Back to talking a lot about nothing. About how poor she is. About how much of an asshole her dog is. But he's adorable.

It's fun to indulge these thoughts. Especially with Darryl in my ears. Strumming away his cares. Painting me beautiful pictures of his personal vision of Colorado.

It's just sibling rivalry. Deep down I still care about her. I still remember all the strained conversations and expressions of agony she shared when our friendship was strong. She's terrified of everything. This place is the only peace she has. The home, the boyfriend, the pets, the ghost hunting, all pieces of a frightened and desperate journey. Her demons are just right there for all to see.

So today I can forgive the inexplicably loud crunching of almonds (sounds like bones breaking) coming from over in that corner.