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Where Sisters Go To Talk

Knowing you as I do,
you entered the room shyly.
Saying nothing, you took a seat
next to your sister.
Then your ear homed in on the speaker. 
You tried not to notice 
some of the ladies paying
way too much attention to your blouse.
Sensing your insecurities,
your sister leaned into your ear
and urged you to pay them no mind.
"They've been like that for at least as long as I've been here.  Ignore them."
She gave you a smile full of teeth and 
just like that, you were home.
"Maybe I should button up my shirt a bit?" You whispered to her.
"Stay just as you are," she reassured you with a gentle rub on the small 
of your back.  "You're JUST fine."
The speaker kept speaking 
and you both kept whispering, attentively catching up on each other's lives and giddily reminiscing of the shenanigans of your youth.
Then, the door opened and the third sister barraged in.
"What did I miss ?" she almost shouted as she pulled up a chair next to you.
"Shuush"! The others said, giving her an eye roll, and then, with pouty mouths, returning their attention back 
to the speaker.
"Forget those ole biddies," she snapped
and then immediately jointed in the conversation.
"What are you doing here?" 
You asked her.
"You said you were too busy."
"I know," she said.  "But, I thought about it and I said, 'I don't see y'all near enough. So, I dropped everything and came!"
The three of you sat and talked and laughed 
til the sun      died, 
and rose again.
Finally, you broke the chatter.
"Maybe we should pull up another chair.
She could be here anytime now."
The eldest eyes smiled.  She took both of your hands and replied,
"No need for that just yet.  
I spoke to her just before 
I left to come here.  She has a lot still to do.  She'll join us 
as soon as she's finished."
They all smiled at each other.
And with that, 
the conversation resumed.

Copyright © Carol Bowen-Davis | Year Posted 2019

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