When I finally get up the courage to talk to my older sister Laura about it, she says it’s nothing to get all worked up over. She’s twenty and married with two kids already and another on the way, so I know she knows what she’s talking about. “Either you do it or you don’t,” she says, not even looking up from the laundry she’s folding to give me a reassuring glance. “It’s just sex.”
Just s*x. Like the Titanic was just a boat. Star Wars is just a movie. Football is just a game but it means so much more than that to me.
Then again, look who I’m asking. She’s already grown up and Mom actually gets all excited when she does it because that means more grandkids. Like babies are something to get worked up about.
I tell her Holly thinks I’m going to lose him if I don’t do it but she laughs at
