She doesn’t try to be liked. She just is. And she’s also comfortable enough with herself to be earnest and cool at the same time. She is your sister and, by far, your favorite person. She is a freshman and you are a senior. When you see her in school, she always gives you a hug, regardless of who’s around. You like it even when you’d rather she didn’t. Despite your envy of the way life lets her cruise along, you love sweet Caroline because she is perhaps the only one in the world who doesn’t think you’re a loser. You start up the stairs, two at a time, but midway you slow to a walk, your sneakers leaving bearlike prints in the wheat-colored carpeting. Caroline’s door is closed. You knock with the same code—the beginning of Bewitched—that you two have used since you were small, and you push the door open. “You’re supposed to wait until I say it’s okay to come in,” she says. “What if I was naked or something?” “Like I would give a shit,” you say and jump beside her onto her big, pink-duveted bed.
What do You think about No One Tells Everything (2008)?
