My family thinks I’m the boring sister. The one with a “safe” desk job in D.C. for the Navy.
My sister, Allison, married the hero. A real Navy man, a Lieutenant named Daniel.
At their wedding, I was at the table by the kitchen. The one that smelled like old shrimp.
Uncle Ted called me “Reliable as a dial tone.”
One of the bridesmaids laughed and said I “handle the paperwork so the boys can play.”