My sister had missed yet another milestone in my life, and I'd decided I'd had enough. I might not ever win back her affection-although I wasn't sure I'd ever had it to begin with-but there wasn't going to be a day that went by that Randi didn't know I wanted her to come home. The twins had taught me one thing-tomorrow is never a guarantee.
Every two weeks, like clockwork. I called my sister. And anytime something happened in Mason Belle she heard from me then as well. I had a great relationship with her voicemail for several years. I was really good about keeping up with her, but the conversations were strained at best, and I did the majority of the talking. She would grunt or acknowledge that I'd spoken, but she never engaged. Randi never called me or texted me-it was always a reply to
