"You guys think Doc Larry's is good, but y'all have no idea. You should taste the food in Europe, Em. It's so fresh, so well-seasoned, so exquisitely prepared. Delicioso." Tina smiled at the memory of the small bistro in Barcelona that she'd frequented, with its blue tiles and beach view. "Puts Doc Larry to shame."
Emily stopped stirring, but her sister didn't notice. Emily waited, waited for Tina to snap back to the present, to Discovery, to the kitchen where she sat on a stool humiliating her with words and memories and selfishness. But Tina never caught on.
Emily sighed and wiped her hands on the towel. Shaking her head, she carried the bowl to the sink, and dropped it. The porcelain cracked, and the shards rained against the stainless steel.
"Em!" Tina leapt up, alarmed.
"What do you think we are, Tina? Cave-dwellers? You think the places you went, the people you met are so much better than where you grew up? Than the people who raised you? Then fine, go. Leave again. We don't need that attitude here."
"Emily..."
"No. No, I've indulged your condescension long enough. I'm your sister, but right now, you're a stranger to me."
With that, she walked out of the kitchen, leaving Tina gaping.
2 comments:
I like this one!
That's good, because you'll probably be seeing a lot of her! ;D
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