Side Quest Sisters

It was like 11:30 pm that night when she called me. I knew before I knew. I knew it was her. She had a way of always knowing when I needed her before I knew I needed her. And I had just made up my mind to call her in the morning. Sigh. “Hey sister!” she chirped, like always. I smiled. “I was gonna call you in the morning,” I said, already trying to steer the conversation..

“Pancakes, ” she said firmly. I winced and looked at the clock. I had an early morning meeting and a full day ahead, plus I was already exhausted. She huffed at my lack of response. Sigh. “Okay, but just pancakes,” I groaned. She literally laughed out loud.

Half an hour later she was in my driveway, with a damn suitcase! Let me explain, “pancakes” is our super secret sister word. Drop everything and twin. I had no way out of this. It had been our ritual since we were kids. “I hope there’s maple syrup in that suitcase, sister,” I chuckled, tho I was not amused. I had a meeting! “Not a chance, sister. Road Trip. Pack a bag.” We argued back and forth for a few minutes, but it was useless. We were doing, what she was planning. So, off we went in a black convertible I don’t remember her having the last time we were together. We drove all night and ended up at the beach just in time to see the sun rise. We sat on the hood of that old car, grinning from ear to ear, sharing a stack of take out pancakes utterly drenched in butter and syrup, basking in the warm sun. Turns out pancakes were a great idea. Until next time…