Finnegan & His Sisters

My friend Kate has written a short story. Give it a view.

Adolescent self-absorption. That’s what my parents call my habit of lying on the couch to think for hours on end. It’s not true. If I were self-absorbed, I would think that this family dynamic started when I was born. I would think that the whole story revolved around my birth. It didn’t.

It began with news of my mother’s inconvenient pregnancy.

Sunshine, my oldest sister, told me everything. She told me in Vienna, as we squeezed under the eaves of the cathedral to get out of the rain.

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