~J.P. age 7, Wilms’ tumor “Hurry up, Bee!” I heard Milo’s voice shouting from the living room. Ava was fixing my hair in loose, wavy, tumbled curls. She was primping me for a night out with my brother and his friends. What kind of girl hung out with her brother and his friends? Me, that’s who. Milo had managed to convince me to check out this new club. He reasoned that he needed his sister to be the “Designated Driver.” From the amount of torture that Ava was subjecting my hair to, spraying it with mousse, heat protecting it, and wrapping it in 2-inch sections, it actually felt like she had been doing this for over an hour. Milo was going to have to find another DD because I wanted my piña colada, or maybe five tonight after all of this torment. “Girlfriend, you are one hot POA.” POA was short for ‘piece of ass.’ Ava had an inkling for shortening names or words as it suited her mood. I checked my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a fitted, shimmery, gold chiffon dress that stopped just three inches above my knees.
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