Good grief! No! We fought like cats and dogs when we were growing up. Joanne and Pat were pretty close and got along better than I did with either of them. My sister and I fought about everything. She took my clothes and wore them to school after I had left early for school with my father in high school. She was angry because our teachers in grammar school always compared her to me ("Why can't you be a good student like Diane?"). She hated school; she didn't like sitting still; she still doesn't. She likes to be going and doing things, whereas i am content to curl up with a book. We "stole" the record player back and forth from each other's rooms and also the electric razor. I wore uniforms and she would never let me borrow her clothes for a dance or going out. I did wear one of her gowns to the Military Ball in university in my senior year and I was crowned queen. She claimed it was because of the dress. Maybe it was. We got along better after I got married and moved away, and even better when I got divorced because she and Jimmie (Grandpa) didn't get along well. Two Geminis butting heads.
Pat and I got along better but his arrogance always makes me a bit annoyed, even today. He is a little put out with me now because of my involvement with CASA, when he had all that trouble over the children in Oklahoma. It's an iffy relationship. I write to him every 6 weeks or so ago but I rarely hear from him. He isn't into computers so email is out. Snail mail is in.
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