Chapter 16: Cissy and Marriage
“I’m two minutes away, Joe. Do you have time to chat with me?” Cissy asked, panic in her voice. It was uncommon for my sister to be upset about anything. She always had her composure in line, never problematic. “Tell me you don’t have a meeting.”
“I don’t have a meeting until three o’clock this afternoon.”
“Perfect. I’m one minute away now.”
“See you then,” I said, clicked my cellphone off, and waited for her arrival.
Approximately three minutes later she stepped into my office, huffing and puffing. She carried two Styrofoam cups of coffee and passed me one. I stood from my desk and gave her a hug with one arm, pulled away, and said, “What’s your problem, Cissy?”
There were tears in the corners of her eyes and she had a runny nose, proving that she had
