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Jess hadn't cried at our other grandmother's funeral, either. It's just I've never been in a situation of needing to comfort my sister.

The ride from Cancun to the resort is another hour but the car was air-conditioned and the roads are way better than they used to be. I grab the duffle bag I'm using for my stuff and walk out of the room. We were supposed to have three rooms in a row - Jess, my parents, me - with Jess and my parent's room connecting so Jess and mom could share make up and clothes and hone their bitchcraft unimpeded. The only answer is because she's about to stab me with something. He dumped me anyway." "Jess, what the hell are you talking about? I've always thought she was a human version of the T. Now she's telling me she's been putting up with that little jock douche cheating on her? You're never nice." I think about adding, 'to me', but decide the statement is accurate as phrased. She's two years older than me, almost; she won't be twenty-one for another month and I can't recall ever seeing her cry real tears. I always thought he was dead but dad told me he'd simply walked out one day. " "Please, just go away and let this fucking bitch alone! Her nose is just right, not too big, not too small, not upturned, not downturned. Jess never cries, ever, unless you count fake tears shed when she wants something. Her shoulders are hitching and I hear snuffles of snot. Her lashes are long and thick, even with most of the mascara on her cheeks. Without knowing why, I stand up and turn on the tap. I guess that’s why I told my wife I loved her on our second date. But it wasn’t that she wasn’t giving me love, it just seemed to come at different times. I don’t think I noticed this consciously for a while. And after each time, there would be this look she would give me. It wasn’t something I could force, just something that would come about as a result of my giving. And how much I’m sure those messages are bouncing around in other people’s heads as well. Living Disney movies in our minds, and tragedies in our lives.