Called my sister's this afternoon. Xmas was already over, though, only The Butterknife (mom) was there, my father had apparently come and gone already having picked a fight with mom over the time she flirted with the fence guy. But we lived in the woods, we didn't have fences (??) "Oh it was around the pool we put up that one time." Wait, ya mean in Chicago, when I WAS LIKE THREE YEARS OLD? "Yes, well, ya know how he is about me," she says.

The look on my sister's face