I pull the leather bag my twin sister Lucy gave me to commemorate my new job out of the back seat of my car. It’s gorgeous, made of soft, luxurious leather, and absolutely way too expensive considering Lucy’s salary as a nurse. When I protested and tried to give it back, she rolled her eyes and shoved the bag into my chest. “Of course I couldn’t afford it,” she told me. “That’s what made it so fun. Now take it and think of me every single day you carry it.”
