FISTING MOM
"A thorn between two roses," my sister and mother laughed as I stopped to deliver a dirty look. There were sitting on either end of the couch where I had been before leaving to get a snack. They had also changed the channel to a chick flick."Hey," I cried. "No fair, I was watching the game.""Too bad, so sad," they chimed in unison. Mom and my sister Lisa often said the same things at the same time. They were so much alike. They had the same laugh and the same light red hair, though Mom's was...