On a happier note, here is the link to last week's post, which this piece finishes off: http://enkousama.blogspot.com/2013/03/sffs_15.html
Read them together and there should be a joke in here somewhere. Or not.
Either way, enjoy.
I opened the door and was greeted by a short young girl dressed in an olive green, Victorian-style suit, complete with an ascot and a cloak. Her platinum-blond hair gleamed in the afternoon sun and her skin seemed to glisten. Her penetrating green eyes matched my own color but burned with an intensity that seemed to weigh your soul and then judge accordingly.
The girl broke the slowly increasingly awkward silence. “Hello, brother.”
I shook myself out of my daze. Just seeing my sister mere feet away from me was enough to induce anxiety. Over the years I had learned that the only way to deal with stress is to laugh and occasionally give in to minor bouts of madness.
I gave in.
Glancing toward the sky, as if praying, I said, “Good one.”