Stevie was the Swiss Army knife of this family. Clearly there was no role she couldn’t take. No part she couldn’t play. She’d told me yesterday that her brothers had once forgotten her on a mountain. I’d assumed then that they were negligent or they didn’t really care about her. That didn’t seem true in the slightest. If anything, they’d probably lost track of her on account of the fact that she had a way of being whatever she needed to be, and they’d assumed she’d find them when necessary.
