BC Jen and I knew each other so little, I could quantify a lifetime of words between us.
I have never invited Jeb, bc she treats me the same as the other women in our family. I was thrilled whenever she somehow showed up (I'm guessing Stella). I was happy to have a person at the party, I had been told Jeb's entire life she is the most talented beautiful person ever born, it felt nice people got to see I'm sisters with a celebrity. At the parties, she never talked to me bc she was immediately so popular.
The year she got married, she said "isn't it interesting, you don't have to trim babies nails. They tear off cleanly."
I'm flashbscking a flashback. For several years Jen would watch as Steph trimmed my nails very short bc I would cut my palms if I had any nail. The bleeding quickly stopped within a day, but the fresh skin beneath gets infected easily, and my Hindu neighbor, mother of 4, usually in one of 3 sari, university professor would end up using an entire box of bandaids on my finger tips, that Steph claimed we were too poor to replace.
That's why I'm not angry with Jeb. Jen's self is not necessarily stacked with Steph's self, and when she discerns her self is ven diagrammed with her mother's self, that another section waits, Jeb needs grace and pity.
