If we were having coffee ... I'd tell you how wonderful sisters were. I'd tell you about the marvellous week I just spent with mine. Then after I realised how I'd gone on and on about what a rare treat it was to have S here and what a terrible pity it was that we did not live together, I'd probably ask you about yours. I'd enjoy listening to you because I'd find us in your sister-tales. Then you and I together would shake our heads in amazement, wondering how little sisters went from being complete pains when they were young to such soul mates when they grew up.
If we were having coffee ... I'd probably complain a bit, for which coffee session is complete without some grumbling? I'd grouse about how H decided to fall ill just as S landed and kept us housebound much of the time. But then I'd also tell you about those endless chat sessions we could indulge in talking, arguing, agreeing sometimes and agreeing to disagree at others.
If we were having coffee ... I'd moan about not being able to catch The Intern together as we'd planned. But then I'd also tell you about the film we did manage to watch on the tele. And I'd tell you how we sprawled on the ground laughing together as she wiped off imaginary sweat from microwaving popcorn.
If we were having coffee ... I'd share with you what fun it was to team up with her to tease the twins. And I'd tell you how we almost choked on our food laughing at them as they got more and more worked up.
If we were having coffee ... I'd probably seem in a bit of a rush now that she's gone and all the tasks that seemed so inconsequential till she was here suddenly seem to rush up and inundate me with their urgency. Yet I'd sit down for that cup of coffee because I need a bit of comforting and I'd be consoled with your presence. Then I'd send up a thank-you prayer for a family full of friends and friends who have turned into family.
What would you share if we were having coffee?