POST IT NOTE

This whole affair should not be happening. But then, wasn't it inevitable at the same time given our history. I let it start again.

I moved back home from college and got a teaching job at the same school as my sister. I had to know. The first time I saw her dark eyes and red mouth, that grin. The day Gypsy sat down at the desk in back at the French class I taught for advanced students. Even though she was my sister, there is only the one class and they made an exception about teaching to relatives (which normally involves parent and child anyway). The...