The Linnet's Wings Summer 2014 - Page 62

1. Midge called to say she’s sorry about Lucy. Knows, she said, I loved Lucy like a sister What’s a sister? When I hug Midge, she stands like ice tongs, arms at her sides. Who could blame her. How could she know I forgive her. Because what did my parents need her for. They had me. Midge. Midget. Midgette. Usurper. Usister. I hate my sister 2. And still Lucy’s long, low voice on the so-called answering machine. Red Spanish shawl she brought back from her honeymoon.