But I did anyway. I know what goes on. That was the most I had to say to her in years. I stood up. The hell with the Chablis. I had another bottle at home. I am seventy-four. My sister is seventy-eight. She has never asked me to help her, in all our years. Now my sister—the rich one, who spent her life selling and buying houses and stocks, accumulating a fortune in that mysterious way some people do, without ever seeming to actually work, just watching numbers multiply on paper, until they reached old age with a huge pile of money—needed me.
I added a crumpled five dollar bill to the table to make up for the piddly tip I was sure she had left him.
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We walked along the semi-deserted promenade. It was Christmas Eve and we were in Southern California, in a no-name beach town, far from the Jersey shore we were raised in and the hoity-toity New York City suburb she lived in now. The ocean was shimmery navy blue and the stars were as fakely beautiful as an old Hollywood set.
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I love California. I feel glamorous there, even if I am a failed everything. In California, my feet never quite touch the ground. I sail along on my daily chores—no one special, one of many dotty old ladies—but I glide regally there, always a bit above the ground. That one.
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She goes on and on about how great it is to swim with stingrays, how I should really swim with stingrays, how much I would love those stingrays. I am absolutely dying to swim with those G. The ones that look like flying saucers with tails?
The ones, that if you step on them, sting you? Hence their name. The ones that circle people in a pack, brushing up against them to get food? You want to intentionally get in the water with those fish? I get all my information from nature channels on television. She nodded, blushing like she was admitting to an affair. It was exactly like all those times in childhood when she forced me to climb huge trees with her or go out in the ocean when the waves were slapping us all over the place.
Seventy years had gone by and here we were in exactly the same place. A leader and a follower. Except she never used to ask me. She used to make me.
I was terrified of jellyfish and eels and other darting creatures under water, and she knew it. She looked dead serious. This was a woman who hated to part with a nickel. Mag had hired a man with a catamaran to take us out by ourselves, instead of going with a group. The boatman said they would come in a school of several dozen. He smelled like a long Saturday night in a dark bar. She had a nervous beatific look on her face like she was going to a shrine in Yugoslavia where the Virgin appeared to a goat herder. Her legs were swollen to twice the size I remembered.
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