My sister had finally found a way to warm herself up. And she seemed more than willing to allow me to return the favor afterwards. But what I'd thought of as hard, craggy stone was actually made of gelatin. And the supposedly solid structure of our relationship was for more pliant than I'd pictured.
Game 7 of the NBA Finals was on a Friday night, and we settled down to watch. I made a bowl of popcorn and Betsy snuggled in by my side.
"Are you sure you don't want to go upstairs?" I asked.
"No, that can wait till later," Betsy said, "I'm invested in my orange team."
I didn't have the heart to tell her that wasn't what they were called. I honestly didn't care who won, I was mostly watching because I liked basketball. But since Betsy had adopted 'the oranges' I guessed that meant I had to
