by Amy Gallagher

Created on: January 08, 2009

A Sister's Restless Determination

I was sitting there, at the restaurant, alone. However, it wasn't supposed to be that way. My sister was supposed to meet me there. After all, it was our usual meeting place. She had confirmed the time of our gathering the day before.
My wristwatch indicated 12:30 PM. My sister was a half hour late. No missed calls on my cell phone. This was very usual of her. The Katie I knew couldn't stand being late, even if it was only a minute late. If she wasn't going to be on time, or couldn't make it at all, Katie would call whomever she was meeting to inform them that she was going to be late, or that something unexpected came up and she wouldn't be at the meeting.

I dialed Kat's number at home and on her cell phone. Her answering machine answered for her. It was time to try at her office. One of her colleagues informed me that Katie hadn't come into work. She apparently called in sick. I thanked the person I had spoken to, and hung up.
This worried me. I had a feeling that something was wrong. The conversation I just had gave me a bad feeling.
I got up and left the restaurant to find out what was going on with my little sister. It was pointless to stay there any longer. All it was doing was to get the waiter more annoyed that he already was.
My car was parked across the street from the restaurant. I headed towards Katie's house. I wanted to get there as quickly as I could. At least, without breaking the law. All I could think of was to make sure that my baby sister was all right. After all, I always felt that it was my responsibility to look after her, especially after our mother died and was abused at the hand of our father. It happened so long ago. I never enjoyed thinking about it, or talking about it. It's simply too brutal.
Just at the memories I still felt the same anger that I felt years ago, when it happened. I never understood how he could have done such a thing.
Now, with the exception of our mom's parents, Katie was the only person I had left. That's why I didn't want to let anything happen to her. Before I knew it, I was pulling over my car in front of her house. Katie's car was parked in the driveway. I knew right away that she was home. I could feel it.
I touched the hood of Kat's BMW. It was cold. I couldn't tell how long it had been there, but it had been sitting there for the last hour. It had been there since before noon. Of that I was certain. I didn't live with a former cop without learning one or two things.
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