They are saying the same things to me that they said to Lisa. I treat the house like a hotel, I'm never home, I don't spend enough family time. But I can't take off work constantly to go on their expeditions, and I can't keep coming home at 5 to a house where no one speaks, and I can't stand lingering in my sister's shadow, when every move I make is a reflection of something she did.
So yes. I am gone from 5 to 12 most nights, and I do a number of things in those 7 glorious hours. Some nights I am with friends, but others I am alone, and some nights I giggle and some nights I cry. But wherever I am there is noise and movement, signs of the living, which is more than I can say for this airtight, silent existence.
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