When they are together, it is a flurry of high-pitched conversation and laughter. It is impossible to tell who is speaking. They yell over one another and still manage to know exactly what the other is saying. When our families got together over the years Pat’s son, Drew, and I always looked at one another across the kitchen table and wondered what in the world was happening.
Here they are in purple and blue at Drew’s wedding. Their friendship amazes me. It has lasted 64 years.
You look like sisters, I told them earlier in the night.
We are sisters, my mother said.