Movies Nights When I was living at home and my sister was living in the city, she called from a friend's place for some computer help. I did as best I could, knowing very little about her problem or her solution. After I hung up, I looked up the problem using my lightning fast 56K Internet connection. After a while, I had an answer, and so I called my sister back at her friend's place. She was gone, but the friend wasn't. I talked to her for quite a long time, maybe an hour. I remember a few things that we talked about - movies mostly; recommendations, opinions.

There was a NAIT open house that I came out to the city for. The first night there, I went out to a club with my sister and a few of her friends, including the one I'd talked to on the phone. When everybody else left to dance, it was just her and I standing there in the corner, trying to carry a conversation over the droning pulse of the bass. We talked about movies, mostly, as well as how little we were enjoying the club.

Months and months later I moved to the city, into an apartment half a block down the street from my sister. One Friday night, my sister and her friend came over for some drinks before they went out to a party.

The next night, I invited her over - just her - to watch a movie, one that we'd both seen before and, honestly, one that we had little interest in seeing again. We spent the next few weeks sneaking around, trying to hide an awkward relationship from my sister, who could look out her apartment window and nearly see my building. It was as impossible as you could imagine.

I'm not sure why we were sneaking around, hiding it all from my sister. Maybe we were afraid she'd be angry or hurt, that she'd feel betrayed; but how could she be? These things are expected to happen when you leave a man and a woman all alone to talk about movies.  ¶ 7:17 AM