Chapter 2 end and Chapter 3 Begins

I’m not joking, she seriously brought all this stuff up and then just segues into our great “plans” for tomorrow. I feel like I’m in some sort of dream or alternate reality. “Um, OK,” I stutter, and then I get up to go to bed. Just the ever obedient little girl. No questions asked about the cancer she just put into my mind.

I say my goodnights and my I love yous, and walked to my New York bedroom. I am a bit of an insomniac, and I don’t see this going well. Should I call my mom about this? This seems a little major to be acting like nothing just transpired. No, it’s late and I’m now seriously not even sure what was just discussed. Was a molested? Was my sister? I’m really confused. I don’t want to put this into my mother’s head this late, so I lay down to read my James Patterson novel. If anyone can put me at ease it’s Alex Cross doing his detective work in one of my many favorite books starring him. I picture him as a hard Denzel Washington. Sigh. I digress…



Chapter 3





I woke up and panicked for a second. You know sometimes how you can wake up and have absolutely no idea where you are? That’s what happened. I could hear my sister and brother-in-law up already. I was so nervous to walk out there and see them. I peeked out the door. I think they’re in the kitchen. I snuck across the hall to the bathroom. Maybe I’ll be more apt to talk to them after a shower and some makeup therapy. I get in the shower, towel off, get dressed, do my hair and makeup. I was right. I’m quite uneasy after last night, but I think I can face the world now.

“Good morning Sissy. Good morning Greg.”

Good God, my sister and I have managed to do our hair and make up exactly the same without even seeing the other. We look like Twinkies.
“Hey there! Are you ready to embark out on this great city of ours?” my sister asks.

“You bet. What do we have on our agenda today?”

“We’ll grab some breakfast, stop at a few stores, I’ll show you Central Park, and then we can walk down to where the Trade Center used to be.”

“Um, sounds great I think.”

“Do you really think that you guys are ready to see something like that? I mean, it’s still on fire and it might be awful traumatizing,” Greg says. A voice of reason.

“I think it’s important to go down there, to see everything. I think it will be a good part of the healing process, don’t you Olivia?” my sister asks.

“I guess so.” I say even though I couldn’t possibly agree with her less. After last night, I kind of wonder if my head can handle more trauma. Well, I guess she’s the one with the psychology degree and she’s older, so she knows what’s best, right? Boy I sure hope so.