They're married with children now, but both remember what they secretly did together as teens.
My sister opened another bottle of wine, our third of the night. I knew it was a terrible idea, but I was having too much fun to make a real effort to stop her. “Dana, no, the kids are going to be up in less than four hours.” She ignored my whiny protest and refilled my glass with the thick, sweet red. We hadn’t seen each other in years, and it had been even longer since we just sat...Read On