Because I am tired of being the little sister.

Because I am tired of feeling like the third wheel on a bicycle, dragging it over to the ruts at the edge of the road.

Because I am damn lonely, I sit at a table on the sidewalk, treat myself to supper and a glass of wine. Bless the tourists for this sustenance.

Alex met us at the market, and he and Lydia went out. Yes, they invited me to come along. Yes, for the reasons listed above, I said No.

And now I'm questioning everything.