I really am. I want to be sympathetic. I want to be a good sister.Klarissa and I are roller-blading along the concrete walkway that ribbons along Lake Michigan from Navy Pier to somewhere north of Evanston. I haven’t roller-bladed in years. I didn’t really want to go—after the soccer game I was planning on some long overdue cleaning and then getting ready for a date with Austin. I’m surprised by how much I’m enjoying the exercise. I had to go to the cage in the basement of my apartment building to find my blades, but there they were.November has started unseasonably warm in Chicago. When we started it was low sixties. The temperature has been dropping. I’m guessing it’s low fifties now. I look over at Klarissa and her nose is bright red from the wind whipping off the lake. I’m sure I match her. At least she has gloves on. I didn’t think I’d need them. My hands are freezing.We hopped on the path across from the Drake Hotel at the top of the Magnificent Mile. We cruised five miles up to Lincoln Park Zoo.
