"Lisa."
Sara whispers under her breath, but clear enough to catch and understand. Before I could even ponder on the thought that her older sister is here, in this very moment, she climbs up to her feet to confront her.
"What are you doing here?" Sara was agitated, I could easily tell. As they both spoke their seemingly hateful greetings, I made myself busy by buttoning up my blouse and composing myself. I had to name my presence sooner or later.
"I am here to specially greet you, little sis, a merry Christmas." Sara snickered as if she knew the charade Lisa was playing. She wouldn't drive miles and miles just to greet Sara, she would have done it over the phone, maybe even effortlessly leave a message.
"Hi," I stumbled to my feet and as I did, Lisa's attention was all on me. There I s
