The silent tension broke as he suddenly admitted, “I was jealous of my roommate for having you.”
This is the story of three sisters and the year that truly made them inseparable. Born into a large family of six in rural Alberta, each sister possessed her own grit and untamed spirit. All three were very different.
Summer isn’t summer to me without a softball team to play on. This year was no different. I was new to town, but I wanted to be able to play some ball in the mountains. The roommate of a guy I was seeing was on a team and I was eager to see if they had a spot for one more. Sure enough, they did. I should mention that from the get-go, I was always more attracted to the roommate than I was to the guy I was seeing, but we’ll save that story for another day. The roommate, whom we’ll call Jake, was well above six feet tall with shoulder length curly blonde hair and indifferent blue eyes. He once was hockey star and he was a natural athlete with a laidback “dude-man” approach to life. He was a stonemason who read conspiracy novels and I was fascinated by him. It helped that I was hopelessly attracted to him too and that he responded well to my deadpan boldness.
You know when people describe someone as damaged goods?
Have you ever talked to someone and thought, “Okay, this person is special. We get along so well and conversation seems to flow naturally. Let’s throw caution to the wind and see what happens!”