Lucy continued to hold my hand as she led me into our foyer and released it only to remove and hang her coat as I did the same. Damned if I know or knew at the time. So I complied with her unspoken request and kissed her again, harder, longer, deeper, unleashing my feelings for those long, wonderful seconds. Then something happened. I mean, this has been unbelievable, probably the best thing in my life so far, but it’s wrong, sis. “I often think that something inside me died with Craig, that I’ll never be interested in another guy. I was perhaps three quarters of my length into my sister as I felt her muscles stretching for the first time for a man when through the roar in my ears I heard “oh god, Tom, that’s amazing, I’m…fantastic…you feel…” as coherence seemed to fail her but her meaning was received by me loud and clear. They insulated the ceiling to deaden any sounds from the basement to their space upstairs and vice versa. I spent those minutes in self-interrogation, asking myself what had happened at the viewpoint, what my feelings, my response had meant for me and more importantly what it had meant for my grieving sister.
