Later that evening, Rain was Skyping with his sister Faustina for the first time since his move back to Montreal. “I missed you so much,” he said, leaning in closer to the computer screen. “But what are you wearing?”
Faustina looked down at herself and pulled on her black sweater. “What? You don’t like it?”
“You never wear black.” Rain took a sip of his wine. It was true, Faustina and he shared the same sense of style and had always loved bright colors. “Or gold ear rings for that matter. Isn’t it, like, three in the morning over there?”
“Yes, and I just got home from a dinner party, so leave me alone, will ya?”
“Dinner party. Nice. Living it up, I see.”
“It was all people from Ed’s work. I don’t think I scored too many points.”
“Did you tell that story about the time when you won th
