Infinitely

Charlotte, don't get her in trouble

"What are you doing?" Justin startles me and I drop the hanger. I'm in the guest room, which has all the furniture and stuff that used to be in Sarah's room, getting it ready for her.

"Just making sure Sarah has everything she might want," I tell him, trying to sound innocent. But the truth is I'm putting away all of Sarah's old clothes that she left when she moved out. I'm kind of hoping when she sees them she misses being able to wear them and that helps her want to come back.

"I don't think Sarah wants any of this," Justin picks up one of Sarah's shortest skirts and holds it up like it's a shirt. "Or she wouldn't have left it."

"Well, just in case," I shrug.

"Charlotte," Justin sighs. "Don't get her in trouble."

"I'm not getting anyone in trouble!" I insist. "Look, maybe she won't want it but if she does it's here. That's all."

"You're a terrible liar," Justin shakes his head but kisses my forehead. "Can I at least help?"

"It's not dangerous for me to hang clothes," I'm still getting used to how overprotective he gets.

"No, but we have to leave soon and I'm sure you want this done before we go," Justin laughs.

"How soon?" I look at the time again.

"20 minutes," Justin says. I take a deep breath and look around the room. I've tried as hard as I can to make the room look a little like Sarah's room in my old house but not so much it will be weird for her.

"And we're really going to let her share a room with this old guy while she's here?" I ask.

"That old guy is her husband, Charlotte," Justin sighs. "We've talked about this."

"I just don't like the idea of them in here together," I tell him. "It's our house."

"Enough," Justin snaps. I just stare at him for a few seconds. "Look, Sarah made her choice. We have to respect that and not make this hard on her."

"I don't see why you're so worried about how Sarah feels," I throw down the shirt I'm trying to hang up and leave the room. Why is he so stuck on her? He's supposed to be past all that. It's like he doesn't even care how I feel about all this.

I go downstairs and eat one of the cookies I made for everyone. When that doesn't make me feel better I have a second one.

By the time Justin comes downstairs I've had 4 cookies and still don't feel any better about any of this. He picks up his sunglasses and hat from the kitchen table and looks around for his keys.

"I finished putting the clothes away," Justin says. "You ready?"

"Yeah," I sigh. He ignores it and walks to the garage.

We pull up to the airport where, thankfully, we have enough security to keep from getting noticed. It was Justin's idea to fly Sarah in on a private plane to keep her husband and sister wife from being too overwhelmed by the crowds. Today I'm really thankful to have a break.

"There," Justin points to a small plane that's on the ground moving toward the building. I feel my pulse picking up. Why am I nervous? It's just my sister.

It seems to take forever before the door opens and the stairs appear. A minute later Sarah steps out and comes bouncing down the stairs. She looks exactly like she always does – my happy little sister. I feel Justin squeeze my hand as we wait to see who else gets off the plane.

Sarah doesn't wait and just a few minutes later she comes running through the door into the building where Justin and I are waiting. I burst into tears as she gives me a big hug.