Vera nodded, and nibbled on the bacon, eyes glancing over to her sister. She reminded her of their father. A strong kind man, who was as open as a book. Catherine use to be almost exactly like him, but over the years she became distant. Often times Vera would ponder on why she became so closed off. It didn't suit her sister.<br/><br/>Over time, her sister had become quite in a way. It felt misplaced to Vera. Like a sort of light was missing in her life. She remembered the years before all this came about. How close the two use to be. They were never apart for more than a few minutes as children. Rosanne use to remark on how they seemed to be attached at the hip. Of course time makes the bond drift. It was sad to think about...<br/><br/>"Oh,so we can take the day off? That's nice...I was thinking of heading into town...um...Cat would you...um like to join me? It will be fun.."She gave her sister a hopeful look.