I nod, and she bounces off to find Grant, to fix the chair issue. I watch her stride away and for the millionth time wonder how she and I are sisters, twins even.
I love my sister. I truly do; but thirty-two years of being second best has done a number on my self-esteem. In my younger years, I aimlessly followed behind her, but lately, my irritation with her has grown. I didn’t always want to be in her shadow. Part of me wants to be completely independent of her, but the other part has no idea how that would work. She is part of me.
Due to my choices, now I live next door to her and run a bakery with her, we’re together all the time, like it’s always been. Pangs of independence exist in me, the desire to be my own person, but there’s no follow-through.
I shouldn’t complain. Life is pretty good. Comfortable house in the suburbs, only a short train ride into the city. Tabitha and I often go into Manhattan for lunch and shopping, sometimes a show in the theater district. Now, our business is thriving. Our reputation high throughout Little Beak, NY and beyond for our specialty cakes and cupcakes. Tabitha is the baker, and I am the decorator. Little Beak Sweets started small in Tabitha’s home kitchen. Now we have a store on Main Street in the upscale town. I love decorating cakes. It’s an art form to me. My creations can be cute and whimsical or elegant and chic. Even sassy and funny. I always do my best to create whatever theme the customer sees in their mind for their occasion.
“Hey, Talia, where do you want me to set this up?” A tall, handsome man with stylish, neatly clipped dark hair emerges from the French doors on the patio. Zach. My husband. He holds a dinosaur pinata in his right hand.
“Oh, hang it on the tree over here.” I point.
“Whatever you say, beautiful,” Zach says, winking at me.
“Always a charmer,” I tease back. “Just not too high.”
“So, six-year-old height.”
“Right.” I laugh.
He smiles at me and nods, going about his task. I turn back to the cake table and eye it one more time to make sure everything is in order. Zach. Kind, loving Zach is the one thing I have but Tabitha does not. Sure, she has Grant, a nice guy, if a bit consumed with himself. But Zach is thoughtful, attentive, sometimes a bit overemotional, but that’s better than distant, in my opinion.
Zach grew up with us in our little town in the Finger Lakes area. We’d been neighbors and friends since childhood, nestled in the beautiful town of Watkins Glen. I always harbored a crush on him, but he’d had an unrequited crush on Tabitha, at least until after college, when we started dating. We fell hard for each other. Love, marriage, a life together. Hopefully, one day, a baby. It’s something we dream about happening in our lives. But every month comes the hope and then the disappointment. Tabitha frequently asks when we are going to have a baby, even though she knows that we are trying but it’s not happening. If I mention to her how I don’t want constant reminders of our struggle, her response would be I’m being oversensitive. I’m the sensitive one in the family. Like that’s a bad thing. But Zach is always there for me. He is my rock. I couldn’t imagine life without him in it.
I’m still staring at the two-tiered dinosaur cake with red frosted lava flowing down the left side when a loud horn breaks into my thoughts. My head jerks up and my gaze travels to Zach.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Probably another moving van,” he says. “There was one parked next door. The new neighbor is moving in.”
The new neighbor is all anyone has talked about over the past week on our street. Rumor has it that Anne Graveley bought the house. She’s a mystery author. Not uber famous, but she has had a couple successful novels. I am most curious about her.
“Talia!” Tabitha calls from the side yard. “I need help with these chairs.”
The queen beckons and I run to her, as always.
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