A Birthday, A Wedding, A Reunion. Family events trigger sibling love.
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THE BIRTHDAY
I stepped into the small AIRBNB and dropped my bag on one of the Queen beds. The bathroom door was open and the shower running. As I was taking my suit out of the bad, Les—my older sister by eleven months, Irish twins, they say—stepped out of the shower.
"Jack, you finally made it."
So, as they say, this isn't how it looks. Les, Leslie, and I grew up in a lower-middle-class family in a two-bedroom house with one bathroom. Our parents worked, and we struggled, but we had a great life as kids.
We weren't naturists. We didn't' eschew clothing, it was just the way. Doors were seldom shut, and Les and I shared a room. Seeing our parents nude was normal, not flaunted, just expedient—small hous
