I frown a little as I realize that it’s kind of true – Kent and I don’t really make sense.
I mean, we don’t have any mutual hobbies, we had completely different life paths until fate forced us together, and hell – we’re even from different generations.
But Kent and I? We work.
It’s just…I guess a little ineffable.
“I don’t know,” I say, pondering aloud, and as I look back at my sister I’m gratified that she’s actually listening, not trying to prove a point or tease me or something. “I see what you mean, but we just…I think we’re like puzzle pieces, or the opposite sides of magnets, or something,” I say, giving a little shrug. “Opposite attracts and all that. Plus, on the inside, I think we’re may more alike than you think.”
“Well,” she says, nodding, “I can understand that. But like,
