My Sister

He had graduated this year a few months after he turned eighteen. His sister, home from Berkeley after her first year in college, was only a year older. When she barged in while he was taking a bath, he didn’t know if her unexpected appearance was contrived or happenstance. Stunned, he watched her dash to the toilet, push her shorts and panties down her legs, then sit down to relieve herself as if his presence was inconsequential. She told him she had been talking on the phone, that she had...