Road Trip

Road Trip

At the end of summer, Claire moved out of her beloved and superbly-priced Mission studio, since she was heading off to business school.  

She loaded her clothes, Craigslist-scored Le Corbusier chaise, and pre-med books into a rental car.  We drove down to our parents’ place in Rowland Heights.

I thought the drive was going well, when I heard her say over my voice, “Do you . . .  ever . . . stop . . . talking?”

Small Plates

Small Plates

“Why do you have to eat off of such stupid little plates?” Petra barked at me.

“It defeats the purpose of a small plate if you keep filling up the plate!” Claire added.

Sisters like to point things out.