Emily

My sister has a strong influence on me. Very strong. All I could think about while preparing dinner was Emily.

As the refried beans plopped into the pan, I thought of Emily. As I poured a full cup of pasteurized milk, I thought of Emily. As I layered tortilla chips under my taco salad, I thought of Emily. As I chopped sweet bell peppers, I thought of Emily. She'd be so disappointed in me tonight. Maybe I should pick up some cayenne peppers in penance.

Then again, with her and her knife wielding skills, I may not get the opportunity to buy said peppers. Perhaps a locked door is the best policy tonight.