PART 18 – I Agreed to One Conversation With My Sister, but I Refused to Let Her Rewrite What Had Happened at Thanksgiving

A few days later, Danielle called.

I almost let it go to voicemail.

Then I answered.

"Hello."

She sounded impatient.

"Can we please stop doing this?"

I leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Doing what?"

"Dragging Thanksgiving into everything."

I was quiet.

She continued.

She said the family had been uncomfortable.

She said Mom was upset.

She said Dad didn't know how to handle the situation.

I listened.

Then I asked whether she remembered what she had said to Eli.

She sighed.

"Jenna, it was a joke."

I looked toward the living room.

Eli was drawing.

"Did he laugh?"

She didn't answer.

I asked whether she had noticed him holding my hand.

She said I was making too much of it.

I felt my patience disappearing.

"Danielle, you repeated it after I asked you to stop."

She said I had challenged her in front of everybody.

I reminded her that she had made the original comment in front of everybody.

She said I should have spoken to her privately.

I almost laughed.

For five years, I had spoken to her privately.

I had spoken to her at family gatherings.

I had asked her to stop.

I had listened to her call it teasing.

I had accepted my mother's promises.

Nothing had changed.

I told her that.

She became quiet.

Then she said something I hadn't expected.

She said she didn't think Eli understood the full meaning of what she had said.

I closed my eyes.

"He understood enough to ask me whether he belonged in the family."

There was silence.

I waited.

Danielle didn't apologize.

Instead, she said I had always been jealous of her life.

I looked at the kitchen table.

There were school papers and a grocery receipt beside my phone.

I wasn't jealous of her marriage.

I wasn't jealous of her house.

I wasn't jealous of her family photographs.

I wanted my son to be treated with kindness.

That was all.

I told her so.

She said I was refusing to understand her.

I answered that I understood her perfectly.

Then I ended the call.

I didn't feel victorious.

I felt tired.

That evening, Mom called.

She wanted to know how the conversation had gone.

I told her Danielle hadn't apologized.

Mom sounded disappointed.

I asked whether she had expected something different.

She said she had hoped we could resolve things.

I told her I had hoped for that too.

But I wasn't going to accept an explanation that placed the responsibility on me.

A few days later, Dad visited.

He brought Eli a small toy.

He stayed for lunch.

We didn't discuss Danielle.

I didn't force the subject.

Before he left, he hugged Eli and told him he loved him.

Eli smiled.

I was grateful.

But I knew that one kind afternoon couldn't erase the years before it.

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