My sister and I parted on shaken terms this time. I am still not able to find a proper way to get things back to normal. I caused the stir-up, I fear. I decided to see my nephew, her son, who lives with his father now, my sisters ex-husband. Reaching puperty, the boy kind of lost it and there was no better solution for her than to let him go and live with his father. As my visit was the only opportunity to see everyone, I let my nephew know I was coming to Austria and a meeting was arranged. I told my sister that I was seeing her boy at my mum’s. She didn’t comment on it much other than: “Good that he remembers, he’s got family.” But when I came back from that evening, the world kind of keeled over. My sister so upset, she cried forever. Her new man also very angry. I didn’t know what hit me. She spoke of so many things that night that to me had nothing to do with the fact that I met her son and her ex-husband. There must be something I overlooked or overheard. I hope I find out, in due time. For now it just keeps on bugging me. There was never a time in my life since she was born that I felt I couldn’t talk to her at any time and about everything. Well, I can’t now. Disturbing.
Miss Celie’s Blues, Tata Vega, The Color Purple
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