catching-up

This is my beautiful sister.

She tells phenomenal stories.
I just got off the phone with her--she described her surprise trip to the hospital yesterday and the ensuing CT scan she endured (she's gonna be okay). I tried to keep my horrified gasps and delighted guffaws muffled behind my computer screen at work; I need hardly tell you, I was entertained.
She's the girl, at parties, found in the midst of a laughing, crying swarm of story-junkies strung-out on her every word. Listening to her is addicting.
She uses words that spring the story upon me, so that the event jumps up around me as the characters vividly take shape in my imagination--no, my memory. It's like I was there, the pictures of these people are so clear. This, of course, is attributable to her uncanny ability to mock their body language and mimic their speech.
She's just a delightful person. So nice to talk to her on the phone today.