The Sisters
A lighthearted piece for a Mid-November day She opened her door to him. The minister from her church. She showed him a seat, and beckoned her sister's help in preparing something for lunch. She laid out meats and cheese, crackers and fruit. The rolls were fresh, but as she set them on the table, she took note that her sister, the younger of the two, had wandered into the other room, to sit and listen to the reverend. There was work to be done. She sliced the rolls in half, cut cubes of cheese and laid them out on the plate, just so. She huffed a few times, hoping the exasperated sound would seep into the other room and remind her sister of her responsibility. Their mother had always said, "A host must serve. Every guest must be served." She looked at the food she was preparing, by herself. While her sister sat and listened to the minister, rather than do the task assigned. She stepped through the doorway dividing the kitchen from the living room...