January 2010
2 posts
…debonair man of another generation - another century.
I couldn’t hear him. Her voice was simple in its cadence - its quiet.
And I was the younger sister anyway, eyeing the older brother & his friends - those sophisticated women - dancing at the party below. I am at the darkened step on the top landing of the stair, peering down - always, peering.
Always.
And, younger sister...
