I survived Christmas without my sister.
I mentioned to my mother that a friend had surmised that Alex and I had known each other in a past life or two. She agreed wholeheartedly, and added that “according to [our] positions in the mundane spread,” I actually am in debt to my sister karmically. She thinks that’s why I was so worried about Alex spending Christmas alone.
It makes sense. I’d give Alex my arm, or even my liver! Or some other organ that might do her more good. Anything she needed.