Let’s talk about sisters. I’ll start with mine. Kate and Janey. I’m the oldest, and bossiest.
This is our sisterhood.
We’re crazy close. Not close in a Kardashian, ‘I’ll do your Brazilian wax for you,’ kind of way (although sort of close in a Kardashian ‘junk-in-the-trunk’ kind of way – all three of us having inherited our father’s eastern European, Teletubbie shape, rather than our mother’s willowy anglo-saxon limbs).
We’re close in the way that if we don’t phone/text/tweet or see each other at least once a day, we’ll phone/text or tweet each other to make sure we’re a) still alive and b) still talking.
Generally that conversation will go like this:
Me to Kate: ‘Hey it’s me. Where’s Janey?’
Kate: ‘Dunno. But she’s babysitting here tonight.’
Me: ‘Has she got the shits with me?’
Kate: ‘Nup, don’t think so.’
Me: ‘Cool. OK, I’ve got nothing else. Bye.’
We weren’t always as close as we are now. Janey was at boarding school when I was at university. Then Kate and I spent a year in London. Then we came back to Brisbane, then I moved to Sydney. Kate came to Sydney too, then took off to New Zealand. Janey lived in Dallas for a bit, before coming back to Brisbane. Then Kate moved to back to Sydney. Then I moved back to Brisbane. Then Kate married a Brisbane bloke. Then Janey moved to Las Vegas. Then three years later Janey moved back to Brisbane.
I feel like a little nap after that.
So now we’re all in the same city, which makes our parents very happy, and makes borrowing stuff a whole lot easier.
But man, can we fight. When we get into it, my sisters and I can fight for Australia.
Our trademark move is the telephone hang-up. My best friend once told me that she can’t believe we hang up on each other – she says she’d never get over it if someone hung up on her.
But for us, the hang-up is like a comma – a necessary break in proceedings, but never the end. And there are tears. It’s exhausting, but it’s usually over within hours. We’re economical like that.
I have a hundred stories about stuff we’ve done together, stuff we’ve done to each other and stuff we’ve done for each other. But that’d be a bit like making you sit through a Powerpoint presentation with dot points flying in from all over the place.
Instead, I’ll share what I think is the best part about having sisters. For me, there are two things.