I'll never forget this day. We went to visit my mother's friend George Kartis, who was staying with his mother at the time (a woman well known for her love of male opera singers and her skill in making the best baklava I've ever tasted). She also keeps an exceptionally clean house.

This particular visit my sister and I showed off our prowess in ant eating. She was shocked.

We have always been strange sisters.

I love this picture. I'm not sure who took it, George, or my mother, although I strongly suspect George. I love my sister's pudgy knees and the tension in my hand.