Because a Keno game has only twelve cards and I had two other guests, she played in my place and won the final coverall. It was all of $11.00 but that is the largest pot we've ever had. You would think that she had won a million dollars.
Even though I had a scholarship I still needed pocket money to buy necessities, such as toothpaste. In 1953, at the age of 18, she earned $1.07 an hour and sent me $5.00 cash each week, enough to get me through. I didn't realize it at the time but she worked almost a full day just for me.
Sometimes another sister would send a few dollars and I was grateful for every cent. What memories surface when we're together, many are in earlier sections of this blog.
We shared a bed when we were children. She was the beautiful, popular sister and I was the skinny nerd. I was such a nerd that I started a Trigonometry Club and was President. Two people so different could not have been closer. She always had scores of boyfriends but I was lucky if I had one at a time.
When we moved from Chicago in 1970, I made my husband promise me that he would not fuss about the telephone bill because it was imperative that I always have access to her.
We're old now. She's 75 and I'm 72. Where did the years go? I still think of us as silly children sharing our thoughts and dreams. She wanted the glamourous life of a movie star and I was interested in academics. She's the only person who knows my deep dark secrets and yes, Jonas, my regrets.
This is rambling because I'm still processing the past and how it affects the future. I'm processing.
I guess my point is just love each other. Show affection. The end comes before we know it.