I suggested that since neither of us were going to the New Year's Eve party, we could stay home and play board games. My sister agreed. Then I added: Losing means sex without a condom. She spreaded her legs and asked: Do we have to play games at all?
The days in the box were always hard for her. Her face and name projected on all sides of it. The heat, the overwhelming scent. The worst part was how addicted to it she was becoming. Every drop she swallowed leading her further into ruin.