Sharon sat down at the table, nursing a beer and flipping through the pages of the newspaper.
She had won a big case for the state of New York that morning and she had wanted to celebrate, but Jaye had needed her. Or so she had said.
Now they were just sitting in her trailer with a pair of binoculars focused on the woods behind the trailer park.
After the fifth looking for love ad her eyes skimmed over, she dropped the paper in a huff and turned to face her younger sister,
who was writing furiously in a notebook and shooting odd glances at wind-up-duck. Sharon stood up and said, "I had plans tonight, Jaye."
"Liar. You never have plans."
Sharon folded her arms, running a finger over the layer of dust forming on Jaye's makeshift furniture. She said, "You need to move.
This place was barely fine when you were twenty-four, but you're older now. It's time to grow up."
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