Their voices drop to murmur about something. I hope she is telling him about the time I was five and ran down the street naked. Or when I was sick and sneezed so hard I covered my desk in snot. Or that time she chased me because I found her diary, and I fell over and broke my arm. It is a sibling’s job to embarrass each other to their partners, so she sure as hell better be doing it for me.
