Jill was casually making her bed, lifting the mattress so as to get around and about. Momentarily forgetting about her master hiding space, she lifted the mattress just high enough for me to catch a glimpse of a yellow and blue striped rugby shirt that had mysteriously disappeared last time I’d come home. It was my favorite fucking shirt. It was her favorite shirt, too, and as I blurted out a sound and pointed underneath the bed, Jill collapsed in a heap onto the mattress and let out a yelp of sorts, devastated at her uncovering.
Having siblings with whom you have anything in common with can be challenging; you’ve got to keep an eye out for your favorite things, because those things just happen to be their favorite things, too, and they’ll stop at nothing to snag them at turned backs. I know I’ve done it, and god knows I’ve been able to keep some of Jill’s clothing for great amounts of time before eventually my theft is detected and the goods must be returned or traded for. But c’mon, obviously I’m not the only one guilty of this crime, and my yellow and blue striped rugby shirt that my step-dad gave me when he was still trying to get me to like him (along with random $20 bills, man I miss those days), is rightfully in my possession once again. All is well is the land of Severance.