The decent thing to do.

When I call my sister in a distant city, often it’s because I’ve been chided into doing it. By my true love. She’s big on family. In keeping contact. With siblings. And others. Because it’s the decent thing to do. I didn’t call my sister regularly. Until I let my true love influence me. Anyway, I tell my sister I’m calling because my true love put me up to it. At least I’m being honest. My true love tells me I shouldn’t be quite so honest with my sister. But I like honesty. And maybe my sister thinks more highly of my true love than of me. Which is all right. –Jim Broede