“No I didn’t!” said Izzy, leaning on her walker.
Fran had sworn never to speak to her sister, but Izzy just had to choose the same retirement home. “I knew you’d deny it so…”
Fran pulled an old wad of paper from her mumu. “4 Things I Hate About You: Petty, Sensitive, Ugly… Unloveable!”
Izzy burst into laughter. “Fran, that wasn’t about you! I wrote that about me!”
“You mean we wasted sixty years over nothing?”
Fran shared in Izzy’s laughter and for the next ten years, the sisters were the best of friends.