i just got a hysterical phonecall from sister #4.
“jodi?” she asked.
“yes,” i said.
“i have something to tell you.” her voice was shaking and i panicked. do i pretend to be surprised? do i tell her i’ve known for a week? what to do. what to do. i hate lying, but i didn’t want to rain on her parade. so i did what any good sister would do. i faked it. “jose and i are engaged!”
“congratulations!” i shouted.
then she told me about the crying and the bended knee and all the other hullabaloo that goes with the official proposal. my baby sister is engaged. and here i am, the cheese.