Sister #2 lived in Japan for many several years, but for the past many several has lived in Chicago. And that’s good. We like that.
She speaks Japanese fluently, a testament to her incredible adroitness for foreign languages. (And to having lived there for many several years, of course.)
She gets rave reviews for her kolatchky, and has beautiful hair that I covet.
Growing up, she is the one whose bed I always crawled into in the middle of the night when I woke up scared.
She is sassy, and a dancy-pants.
On any given day she might wear electric blue pleather pants or hot pink boots. She is the one from whom I learned to never fear a bold shoe.
If I was in Chicago right now I would make her a vodka gimlet and compilation CD of Dolly Parton, Tina Turner, and Jesus Christ Superstar songs and serve them both to her on a silver platter and say, “Happy birthday, I love you very much.”