Well, my little sister’s back from being out of town. She’s always been damn good keeping a happy face, even if things are going to hell in a hand basket underneath. Out of my siblings (I have two sisters and a brother, all younger than I am), she’s the one who’s always been able to make me laugh, and laugh so hard and long that I could hardly breathe.
She’s made me laugh so hard that I sprayed milk out of my nose.
And the idea of somebody — anybody — hurting my little sister, especially *physically* hurting her, makes me want to grab my gun and go hunting.
This I didn’t know — conclusively — until after dinner. At dinner, it was catching up, edited and in public version, since we were in a restaurant. But back in the privacy of my home (what with the Hubby being out of town), it was catching up, uncensored and among family version. And it’s just been *amazing* how this summer’s turning out to be a trial for the children of Ruben and Fely. There’s my little telenovela, then my sister’s (in which “police” and “restraining order” are words that I never thought I’d ever hear her say), my brother’s custody battles, and my youngest sister’s still-on-the-lam burgler who just tried *today* to rob her house *while she was still at home*.
I clutch at my belly and pray — pray *a lot* — for the safety and happiness of my family, for the safety and happiness of my unborn son, for the safety and happiness of everybody I care about and love. As the night grows dark, alone in my house, I turn on all the lights, and just *pray*.
Good God… good God almighty in Heaven. Receive our prayers…