It was one of those crazy situations that you just never believe can happen. I was visiting my sister in San Francisco and arrived at the airport only to find my luggage was in Albuquerque â which was not part of the plan at all.
Iâd flown out of Chicago just hours before having been called to come in and interview for a position with an advertising agency, and I was excited about the possibility of a great career move. Iâd packed my best suit, a shirt and some shoes, and that was about it. I could be in and out of San Francisco in a coupe of days, and Iâd stay over with Jennifer, my sister.
Jennifer is one of those people others look at and think is the perfect sister. However, behind closed doors she could be a little harsh, to say the very least. I think growing up Iâd seen a mean streak no one else had been exposed to. Either way, I always knew there was something a little dark about her.
I wouldnât say I am exactly âsensitiveâ to these things, but there was definitely something about the way she would tease me as a child. You just never knew how far it would go. And there was always the possibility it would go to far.
I arrived late in the day, and with the interview at 11.30 the following morning I knew I would end up buying a new suit and a few bits and pieces. Jenn had picked me up at the airport and as we pulled into her drive she told me âDonât worry about your clothes, thereâs a mall five minutes away. Weâll get you some things in the morning.â
âThanks, Jenn,â I said. âMaybe Dennis has a shirt I can borrow.â
Dennis was Jenniferâs husband. He was painfully boring and very intense. He was one of the few men I knew that was born with the sad affliction of having absolutely no sense of humor whatsoever. This did, however suit him very well, working for the IRS.
âDennis is away this week,â said Jenn. âHeâs doing some training in Los Angeles.â
âOh,â I said. âI am sure heâll find that very exciting.â
Jenn gave me one of her looks, knowing how much I disliked her husband.
âWell, Iâm sure youâll find his sister Devina to be fun. Sheâs staying over while heâs away. Just to keep me company.â
âThatâs very thoughtful,â I replied. Iâd never met Devina, though Iâd heard of her a few times. She was generally though tot be the absolute opposite of Dennis. Any parents who would name their kids Dennis and Devina had to be a little odd. Mind you, they were named Deborah and Devon.
âIâll put a few clothes out in the spare room, and you see if anything fits,â said Jenn as she stepped from the car.
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