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I can see her coming over. I knew I would be seeing her today since she was invited, but I am still unprepared for the sight of her. I remember our childhood games. I remember that childhood innocence when we were so free. We were the same age, born only two months apart - she in January and I in March. We were hardly aware of the physical differences between us. We did everything together with no shame. But I also remember that moment when that stopped and we grew distant.
For years ever since I watched her play with her girl friends. I've watched her dating boys and be hurt by them. I'd comfort her, but I also resented her because she chose them. Then she left town for university. I thought I was cured of my infatuation with her.
So, now she is walking across the lawn behind the house towards me. I take a long drag of my cigarette just to calm myself
"I can't stay in there any more, it's so irritating, their conversations, their questions about when am I going to get married. What, like being 25 and single means I am a spinster?! Your sister is really screwing up my mood, how can she get married so young, you are still single, Tom!"
"I know how you feel, Sarah. They ask me the same questions."
"So, why aren't you married?" she asks softly, leaning on the fence.
"Well, for different reasons. I don't want to talk about them. Why aren't you?" I stare at her and there is a long silence. She doesn't even try to answer my question. "Pull up a chair and join me. We don't have to talk about it."
She gets a chair and approaches the table, but she trips on nothing, like in childhood she is still the clumsiest person alive. As she tells go of the lawn chair and falls down, I jump out of my chair to help her up. As I come closer I notice her skirt has moved and I can see her gorgeous ass. At first I think she must be wearing a thong, but as I look closer I can see that she is not wearing any panties. She slowly turns around and she realizes I have seen her. She has a bit of grass on her face and I move to brush it off. My fingers linger and we look each other in the eyes.
"Sarah."
"Yes."