Today is my sister Linda’s birthday. I have 3 of them and this is my second sister. She’s six years my junior so there was just enough difference in our ages as we grew up to make me feel very protective of her. When she was afraid during thunderstorms, she used to come crawl into bed with me while the boomers rolled over the house. Linda is also famous for being the Jiminy Cricket of our little band. I wish I had a nickle for every time she fisted her hands at her waist and warned, “I’m telling Mom on you girls.”
That’s the wonderful thing about sisters. They know where the bodies are buried. If anyone is likely to be the keepers of our secrets it’s our sisters. That’s why I like to give my heroines a sister or two.
My Touch of a Thief was inspired by a Pinot painting called the Gathering. As soon as I saw this group of women, I knew I’d found my heroine Viola. I love the way she’s looking defiantly out from the canvas. I decided immediately that the older seated lady was her mother, the one to the right was her slightly deranged sister, the little red haired girl her fatherless niece. and the woman slipping out the door was the only servant they could afford. My heroine is their sole support–through lifting the ton’s jewelry and fencing the pieces for as much as she dares.
And her sister never threatened to tell their mom.
In my RITA nominated Plaid Tidings, the heroine Lucinda has 3 sisters. One of the MacOwen sisters is going to have to wed the Laird of Bonniebroch and since the oldest sister Maggie ran off with her lover, Lucinda is is next in line to be wed. We first meet the MacOwen sisters on the quay waiting for Lord Bonniebroch’s ship to arrive. The only problem is they have no idea what he looks like.
“‘Tis no’ likely he’s a handsome braw lad, worse luck for ye, Lu. The best ye may hope is that he’s still got his hair.” Aileen crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. “And maybe his teeth.”
“I dinna think that matters.” Though Mary was the youngest MacOwen sister, she was also the most frightfully practical. “Even if he has a hump like Old Man MacClintock, Lucy will still have to marry him.”
Sisters are so supportive, aren’t they?
Actually, mine are. Especially Linda. She used to take my girls for a week each summer so my DH and I could have a week of couple time. And whenever she and I are together, we click like magnets and form a tight little circle of two. She’s more than my sister. She’s my dear friend.
And because of that, I won’t tell how old she is today. See. Sisters are supportive!
Do you have a sister? How about a friend who’s as close as one? Have you read a book lately with a sister in it that made the story more fun?