Favorite Sister’s phone rang.

“Who sent the poem and the DNA results to Dad?”

“What are you talking about?” queried Favorite Sister.

“Somebody sent Dad a poem and the DNA results. It had to be you or the Sad Girl, or both of you together.”

“Huh, really. That’s a shame that happened to him,” answered Favorite Sister.

“Tell me…which one of you wrote the poem? Which one of you did it?”

“It doesn’t really matter, does it?”

“I am the Oldest in this family and I told you to stop this bullshit with the DNA. Just drop it.”

Favorite Sister had had enough.

“YOU are not my Mother and you CERTAINLY are not my Father. You have no authority over me. Don’t EVER try to tell me what to do.”

“DNA is bullshit!”

“You know it’s not,” Favorite Sister replied. “If you want to continue in your disbelief, fine. That’s you prerogative.”

“Why are you bothering an old man? Then he calls giving me holy hell!”

“Why should he even bother you with it? You had nothing to do with this. The DNA will not stop being sent-. it WILL go to other family members. If you have a problem,if you can’t believe the truth, take it up with a Higher Authority.”

 

It seems that the Keys to the box known as Truth, have been passed on to be defended at all costs. To what end? What else are you protecting?

 

 

The December wedding day of the Sister Who Shall Not be Named opened with a bang.

Because of Sad Girl’s beauty school diploma, she was in charge of creating a chignon for the bride.

The Sad Girl had fashioned the hairstyle a few days before as a trial.

Everyone had been pleased with the results.

On the wedding day, she recreated the hairstyle. It was beautiful. The Sad Girl had outdone herself.

The chignon did not make the Woman with the Rock in her Shoe happy.

She accused the Sad Girl of intentionally trying to make the Sister Who Shall Not be Named look ugly on her wedding day.

As Auntie’s daughter was in the wedding party, the Woman With the Rock in her Shoe alleged the Sad Girl was trying to embarrass her on purpose.

The Sad Girl dutifully redid the hair of the Sister Who Shall Not be Named  to shut up the Woman with the Rock in her Shoe and silence all allegations.

Her hair had looked better the first time.

The Sad Girl, as the Maid of Honor, wore red shoes, while the rest of the bridal party wore black. That really ticked the Woman with the Rock in her Shoe off!

“Sad Girl is trying to sabotage the wedding of the Sister Who Shall Not be Named,” the Woman with the Rock in her Shoe announced to everyone within hearing. Repeatedly.

Does anyone doubt that the Sad Girl was happy the Sister Who Shall not be Named was getting married and moving out? She would not do anything to hinder it.

The Sad Girl is the type of person who will hold everything inside for twenty-five years and then write a tell-all book.

Or a blog.

She would never sabotage anyone’s wedding day.

The wedding day went off without any further hitches. Sad Girl’s Pretend Father had selected a polka band to play at the reception.

And Sad Girl was the one accused of sabotage!

Goldilocks