Here she goes again. This time she’s Katherine, the never-pleased workaholic.
“I told Adam that powerpoint for Heisenberg & Company was due Wednes. What is possibly taking him so long?” She paces back and forth, pressing her imaginary bluetooth further into her ear.
“Calm down, Kath. I promise everything will work out. The company’s not going under.” I sit her down in the nearest chair and smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt.
“I just hate how I get so worked up over this job but I want to do my best.” She rubbed her temples and tapped her feet. I went over to the refrigerator and grabbed her a can of soda. When I tried to hand it to her, she smacked it away.
“Lauren, are you insane? The sodium content in this is through the roof! Let me finish up this last set and I’ll whip you up one of my world famous protein shakes!” Kourtney, the health nut. Where was she when I was going through that breakup and shoveling tons of ice cream down my throat?
“Did you ever fill out the gym membership form? I thought we could go turn ours in tomorrow and get started right away! June told me they have the best Zumba instructor and I’ve got to see what the big hullabaloo’s about!” She dropped her 5lb weights and started to do some jumping jacks.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll go check if it’s on my desk.” I know that by the time I come back, she’ll be another person. After a while. I just learned to deal with it. She’s had countless relatives turn their back and everyone keeps telling me to get her help. I’ve hosted interventions and had her see the best doctors in the state but nothing seems to work. Sometimes, I think she’s just doing it for attention. We pretty much lived a storybook life. When we were younger, I was the star student and prom queen while Caroline just was kind of an outcast. Everyone is the family tried to get Caroline involved in things around the community but she never really took the offer.
“Oh my goodness!” Caroline shouted from the other room. I ran in to find her hunched over an old stain in the carpet from a dinner party years ago.
“Lauren, hand me that spray bottle on the counter. This has got to go.” Mrs. Agnes Smith VI, the old British woman who likes to keep everything in “tip top shape”. I handed her the bottle and she was spraying frantically. I sat on the loveseat and just watched her. Tears began to fill in my eyes. I want my sister back. Without the different personalities. Just Caroline Diane Tanner. Will ever I get her back?
