Sibling rivalry doesn't just disappear when siblings become adults. We Are Family focuses on the lives of two sisters, Regine and Francine Ellis. They have dealt with unfortunate comparisons from family members all of their lives. Here's a peek into one of their tense debates from my new release.
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“You never heard me say your paintings are useless. I just want you to take this business seriously. Ellis Hardware was Daddy’s baby. Now it’s our inheritance. We can’t disappoint him.”
“If I didn’t take this seriously, I wouldn’t be here. But I also think we should be enjoying this whole deal, since we’re stuck with it. Can’t you lighten up? Life is not a business meeting.”
Fran cleared her throat again. “Maybe if some people ran their lives more like a business, they wouldn’t always be in some kind of mess.”
“Why don’t you come right out and say it? You think my life’s a disaster,” Regine shot back, shutting the door so the customers couldn’t hear their squabble. “But I did what I wanted to do in my life, not what Mama and Daddy wanted, trying to be Miss Goody Two Shoes.”
“That’s what you think I did? Well, you majored in doing crazy stuff. And look where it got you.”
Regine shoved her hands onto her hips and threw her shoulders back. “Your assessment of my life sucks. It got me two husbands, two wonderful kids, and I don’t regret any of it. I’m glad I had the chance to know what it feels like to love a man with all my heart and share years of passion that was so mind blowing, that I’d sometimes get out of bed and walk into a wall. I’m glad I got to feel the joy of holding my newborn babies for the first time. Making Executive of the Year can’t even come close to those experiences.” Regine’s eyes glowed with fire.
Fran couldn’t fathom being in her sister’s situation with no career, no savings to speak of and no visible plan for the future. “But you’re going on fifty and don’t have a pot to pee in. The only reason you have a house is because the judge gave it to you in the divorce settlement.” Fran shook her head in dismay.
“So, my life revolved around my family and not a career. I’m not driven to succeed and never will be. Besides, you can’t take it with you. When I die at least there’ll be somebody at my funeral besides my coworkers. And you can be sure that when I stand before the throne God won’t ask me how I helped to improve my company’s bottom line.”
Fran froze, horrified. “What a hateful thing to say!”
“It’s the truth,” Regine continued, the red glow of anger in her cheeks. “I know what you think about the decisions and mistakes I’ve made. You can’t hide it. You’re just like Daddy. What you feel is written all over your face. Did it ever occur to you that maybe if you stopped looking down your nose and judging me, I wouldn’t be so hateful?” She pulled the door open with an impatient yank and motioned for Fran to leave. “I have a lot of work to do.”
Fran huffed out of the room with long, angry strides.
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