“First of all; it's not selfish of you to want that. And; I do care about you, Pomona … so very much. So; I'll never stop worrying about you.” Bellona leans in, and whispers in my ear, “Because, you are my dearest, most beloved sister. You always have been; and, you always will be.”
Bellona delivers a soft kiss on my cheek. I reciprocate, and deliver a soft kiss on her cheek; and then, whisper in her ear...
“And; you're my dearest, most beloved sister, as well. … Thank you for taking care of me, all these years.”
**Pomona's POV**
As soon as we enter the living room, Mom quickly jumps up from the couch, and rushes over to me. Dad, on the other hand, shows no interest in my return … no big surprise there … and remains seated in his recliner, with his nose buried in the newspaper.
