"Is this my darling baby sister?"
It wasn't the way I'd normally answer the phone, but with the wonders of modern electronics, we often don't need to just say "hello" anymore. I'd seen the last name on the caller ID, and the chances that it was anyone but her were slim. If Bug had been in town, I might have thought otherwise but, knowing she was already back at the university, I knew it couldn't be.
"That's an interesting way to answer the phone," my youngest sister Gayle responded. "And what if it hadn't been me?"
"Well then, I'd just tell them I'd been thinking about my baby sister and was expecting her to call." I didn't say what I'd been expecting her to call about -- but we both knew this call was coming.
Although Gayle was six years younger than I was, she and I had always been close in a big brother-little sister kind of way. When we were growing up she was enough younger than me that I'd always fondly called her "baby sister." I was in elementary school when she was born and I'd literally helped change her diapers. Later on, when I was in high school, I was often left in charge as the babysitter when our parents went out for the evening. She was far enough behind me that we never actually went to school together but we had a connection that was beyond just being siblings. There were times when she'd been in trouble and I had known it before she called me. There were times when she called me, or I called her, where when the phone rang -- even before caller ID -- it had not been a surprise when I answered. It had made it so I could never lie to her, she just always knew. Call it ESP or whatever you want; we'd always had an unexplainable bond.
We both knew we had some talking to do. Although we'd reached an understanding about what was happening during our ski vacation -- there was no doubt that we would talk again. Now there was a slight pause from the meaningless banter of saying hello and confirming who was unseen on the other end of the telephone line before she started on what she'd called for.
"I, uh, just wanted to call and apologize."
"For what?"
"For slapping you. For jumping to conclusions. For assuming the worst. For transferring my problem to you."
"It's not a big deal Gayle."
"But it was. I accused you. Despite that all the evidence said otherwise, I wanted to assume that you, my hunky older brother who could have charmed the panties off of any of my girlfriends when we were younger, had finally done it. I didn't want to believe that my baby girl might not be a baby anymore."
I laughed. "I could WHAT? Did you say I could have charmed the panties off your girlfriends?"
She giggled. "Yeah, I did. And you could have. Back when you came back from the Marines -- didn't you wonder why all my girlfriends always wanted to hang out at our house? They all thought you were so good looking, such a hunk."
I tried to visualize her old girlfriends but truthfully after umpteen years, except to vaguely remember that she'd had some cute girlfriends, I couldn't remember them. I'd never had a relationship with any of them other than to know they were my much younger sister's friends.
"I was always a bit jealous - afraid you'd hook up with them and take them from me."
"Hmm." I paused, thinking back, but couldn't even put a face to memories. "Truthfully Gayle -- I can't even remember any of your girlfriends."
"You don't remember Shirley McMarten? Red head with the big boobs?"
As soon as she said the name the image popped into my head: cute red-head with lots of freckles and a penchant for low cut blouses -- and lots and lots of boob showing. I hadn't thought about her in years but as soon as I did it all came flooding back. "Oh my god," I laughed, "how could I have forgotten her?"
"I wondered. She always did have the hots for you. She always used to say all you'd have to use to charm her out of her panties was just a smile."
"Now
that
you're making up," I laughed.
"No, it's the truth." Even as she said it I knew it was the truth. Just as I couldn't lie to her -- she also couldn't lie to me. "I always wondered when you would make a play for one of my friends; we all thought you were hot." Thinking back I wondered why I hadn't made a pass at her friends myself, and then realized the answer. I had a few dates with girls I'd known that were still single when I got back from the Marines, and then I met Debs. If it hadn't been for her, I probably would have."
"I was always afraid you were going to hook up with one of my friends. Until you and Debs got together I was always leery whenever they were around; I had a permanent mad in the background always waiting for you, but it never happened. And then when I realized what had to be happening between you and Bug, it scared me. All those years she had such a special bond with you, more than anyone in the family. I assumed the worst - this was something that had been going on for year's right under our noses and we'd never seen it."
I was quiet for a moment, thinking, before answering. "So you thought maybe I was a child molester?" Now it was her turn to be silent.