J. was my BFF from early childhood until we set off to different high schools. She was so nice, sweet and compliant that she let me Tom-Sawyer her into helping wash dishes at our house – after already doing the same at her house. C’mon, who the hell wants to wash endless pieces of silverware? We should ban it and switch to disposable chopsticks…never mind, the Chinese and Japanese are undermining the environment because throw-away ‘sticks waste so many trees.
Come to think of it, I can’t recall ONE TIME that J. was anything but super-nice. I DO remember my own, older siblings opening the back door on several occasions to yell, “CECILIA, QUIT BOSSING THOSE KIDS AROUND,” so maybe I was a mini-bitch. But…who’s nice all the time – it just isn’t natural. J. was the only brunette of five children. Maybe she came from a pod.
The kids were all girls except JP, most memorable because his was my first sighting of (gasp) the MALE MEMBER when he decided to take a leak from the backyard storage building instead of going (ha) inside their house.
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