Little Sister

So who is that person that Slim is chatting up? Slimmer than Slim, and taller, with an Opie-from-Mayberry haircut and a broad smile. With a plaid red flannel and stovepipe bluejeans. Wait a minute...the boyish figure and demeanor doesn't quite fit. The way that those two laugh without joking, how their eyes flash in sync...I make it my business to stand a little closer, not to eavesdrop, just to hear the sound of their voices. They are matched in pitch and inflection.

Slimmer than Slim leaves. After a while, I ask Slim:

“Was that your sister?”

“Yeah”

“She's younger than You?”

“Yeah, about three years… ”

“Is she going to school?”

“No, she’s not ready for school, she’s having too much fun.”

“She’s just adorable… ”

Slim flashes red for a second.

“She’s a brat.”