My Sister, the Serial Killer

My 3 highlights

• She never had any children and she has told us, time without number, that she considers us her surrogate daughters. We consider ourselves no such thing.

• A man enters the hospital and makes a beeline for the reception desk. He is short, but he makes up for that in girth. He barrels toward us, and I brace myself for the impact. “I have an appointment!”

• her heels are so high, a lesser woman would have already fallen down the stairs.