Enjoying the Drive
My sister was always one of my least favorite people.Dani was a year older than me, but you would never guess it by looking at the two of us. I took after Dad, heavy set with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, strong but not ripped by any means with dark hair and blue eyes and a soft thick growth of beard that I had cultivated proudly from the age of thirteen. I was always big for my age until I hit eighteen, when I suppose that was shortened to just plain big. Dani took after Mom, and was a...