my sister's city. Top Story - January 2025.
I don’t tell anybody where I’m from. If they ask, I say I’m from ‘here’, or just outside a major city, or Canada. Nobody asks for details when you say you’re from Canada. I lie because there’s nothing in my hometown but weeds, and the cemetery, and my sister, who paints things that aren’t real and faints a lot. If you saw her paintings, you’d recognize them. She’s famous, my sister. Famous and crazy and fainting.
