Alpha to Omega

I've been meaning to tell you I met your sister. I know she must be your sister. She comes in to see me all the time and I pour her a cup of tea but I never let on that I know you. I know she must be your sister because she is exactly like you--she looks like you and she has that same flippant demeanor, that old attitude that helped you convince everyone that you were so cool.

But, it isn't working anymore; I wanted you to know that. I want to tell her that it doesn't work as well, but she can never hear me--phone plastered to ear and laughing responses as she orders and throws me some money and then milks it and sugars it and leaves.

If she isn't your sister, you should still meet her. It couldn't be romantic though, that's another thing you have in common--I think she's rather fond of women. I'm sure it's her. She has your face. It's your face exactly. I know you have a sister that age because you told me about her: do you remember that day I came to see you? I was late and you said your sister worked in the store across the street and you'd been talking with her. And then I had to leave because I was late and you had to go somewhere to meet some guy. You were wearing a red shirt; that colour doesn't suit you at all.