“you’re scary,” sister #3 said as i picked up the phone.
“huh?”
“that dream,” she said. “you were close, but not quite right. it was one of my friend’s husbands, not joey’s.”
“oh,” i said, “i’m so sorry.”
“i knew the minute you told me the dream that it was me and not joey, i just knew it.”
“i’m really sorry.”
“yeah, well you’re creepy.”
“i can’t help it.”
“it’s still creepy.”
“thanks.”
“no problem,” she said, “i’ll talk to you later psycho psychotic psychic weirdo.”

ahh, sisterly love.