The following story is historical fiction at its best. My older sister told me this happened but I was too young and traumatized to remember. My family at the time was all gathered which included my two half-sisters, Do Ra Me and Fo So La, who came out each summer for several weeks. They were my mom’s daughters whom she had lost custody of in her divorce with their father. I was running from Mom, not unusual, but today she had that red eye look and I knew disaster was on my butt this time. I can’t tell you what heinous thing I did today. Pasted S&H stamps all over the refrigerator door, stopped up the toilet again washing diapers, spilling cereal all over the floor, you name it, I’ve done it and paid a pearly price for each endeavor. Today’s undertaking was of an elevated crime reserved for crazy lady time. And she was screaming and snorting and I ran for my little fair life to escape. I ran in and out of rooms thinking I could hide but she was too close to los