But Donna arrived first with a suitcase filled with blouses and jeans and underwear and a pair of brown sandals, so I’m sitting in a chair, dressed in jeans that are too loose and short and a T-shirt that’s definitely too snug and sandals that actually fit. “I had to guess on sizes,” Donna said as she tugged at the belt that keeps the jeans from falling around my hips. “I didn’t realize that you’d grown so tall and that you’re so slender. I guess I keep thinking of you the way you were when you were thirteen.” “That makes two of us,” I answered. I wish Donna hadn’t helped me get dressed. I felt the same way I did last year—no, the year I was twelve—and took swimming lessons and all the girls had to change clothes together in the dressing room. Some of them were starting to grow breasts, and I’d sneak little looks while I was trying to keep my own chest covered, feeling miserable, hoping no one was looking at me. I know, Donna’s my sister. But in a way she isn’t my sister.
What do You think about The Other Side Of Dark (2012)?
