That's me in the red, and Cath is the little baby. See how mature I was?
Once I got to college and she entered high school, the gap somehow narrowed and we became compadres, equals, sisters in the true meaning of the word! We suddenly had inside jokes, nicknames, special handshakes, you name it! Then the world got e-mail and my family finally got a home computer and things really started getting fun. Cath would write me poems such as these:
Good luck on your finals.
Don't worry I have a bazillion projects and tests next week too.
So you know what to do, when you’re looking through all those notes, not a few.
I am also studying up a stew.
But just think in a few weeks, less than two,
you can come home to your rolls and hot brew.
Well I must adjourn this letter until next time. Too da loo.
See you sunday.
Don’t be distraught its not far away.
Although people may say they want you to stay, You just trot and sway, and yell no way, and say not even if to me you would pay, for i am going to see cath in V-A.