Two sisters are talking over the phone while the elder, Mike, gives her toddler daughter a bath.
Gabe grunted, and Mike could almost see her scowling and crossing her arms. "You are impossible. Why did I call you again?"
"Because I know everything. You're either worried that you're getting attached to someone you can't have, or you're panicking because you're afraid of risking your precious independence by letting this guy stay with you a couple of weekends a month. Right?"
Silence. She folded Ivy into her pajamas, then sat her on the closed toilet lid to brush out the mess of curls while they were still wet and manageable.
"How do you do that?"
"How long have I known you, kiddo?"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't rub it in."
She smiled, the expression turning into a grin when her little girl bared all of her new teeth in return."
Gabe, I'm going to give you a piece of advice. I learned it the hard way, and I have no doubt that you will ignore it and learn it the hard way yourself, but I feel obliged to tell you anyway. Ready?"
"Get on with it."
"The more you fight against something, the more it crushes you when it wins."
"That's . . . damn depressing, Sis."
"Well, I think both of us should know it by now, being two women named Mike and Gabe. By the way, Debbie just got back from his Chippendale's gig, so I gotta go."
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