My sister packed her things and moved out yesterday. That left me, her former roommate, the sole occupant of a 1-bedroom co-op apartment in Brooklyn. For reasons still unbeknownst to me, she bought a big house in Charlotte, South Carolina--or is it North Carolina? well, somewhere down there--in the South, where people smile at each other, talk slow, and are not assailed by the oppressive noise of screeching subways and police sirens.
For months, since she first stated her intentions of moving, I had been acting as though she were only joking.
But when she made an offer on a house--the first one, that got rejected by the owners--I asked her, "What will you do in Charlotte?"
"There's more space, it's quiet, I need to settle down," she replied. I stared back, wild-eyed, as though she'd picked her final resting place.
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