Kiki called me the next week to talk about schedules and asked me to meet her at Opposites Attract. Knowing I wasn’t likely to run into Ada, I headed over hoping I could talk Kiki into lunch.
I never thought I’d be lonely when Sawyer moved out.
Kiki was in her office, head bowed over her desk, when I walked in. She looked so much like our mom that it shocked me at times. It came out of nowhere and punched me hard in the gut. Kiki had a yellow flower tucked behind her ear, and her long hair in a thick braid over her shoulder. Even the way she scrunched up her nose and rolled her eyes at herself reminded me of Mom.
She looked up and caught me staring at her. She grinned, one more reminder of our mom, and rose from her chair to give me a hug.
When our parents died, Kiki became my responsi
