Lindsay Anderson

Josie Lindsay Anderson

"Thank you for inviting me to go with you to this." I smiled, as my older sister, Janet, finished putting the finishing touches on my makeup."Are you kidding, girl?!? Thank you so much for agreeing to go with me!" Janet piped. "I could not imagine going to senior prom with anyone but you! After all, you are not just my younger sister. You are one of my best friends!""You are one of my best friends, too." I smiled. As I sat in Janet's vanity chair, and let her put lip stain on my lips, I thought about how close we had been all of our lives. Growing up, we hardly ever argued. We were also there for each other. When I was in the hospital, she would come visit me daily, and hang out with me. When her jerky boy-friend broke up with her a couple of years ago (By the way, she has an amazing one now), we talked, cried, and enjoyed small pints of ice cream together. Like I said, we have always been very close. As I gently stood up, Janet smiled at me, offered her hand to me, and asked, "Rea-dy?""Ready." I smiled, putting my hand in hers.