« If Dad marries Aunt Lina, is she still Aunt Lina? »
« She’s still your aunt. »
Amelia nodded slowly.
« And you’re still her sister? »
I had to look away.
I couldn’t answer that.
She thought about what she’d asked for another few seconds.
Then she picked up the little white gift bag Lina had sent over for her and said, « Okay. »
« And you’re still her sister? »
Something about that « okay » stayed with me after my mother arrived.