Mistletoe and Holly
Our parents separated when Holly and I were five. Mom and dad fought over us viciously until some son-of-a-bitch divorce judge split me and my twin sister, I went to dad, she to mom. We were property, like furniture or cars. Dad got the Harley and boy; mom got the Ford and girl. We grew up apart, only occasionally getting the opportunity to be together during summer breaks, or maybe on one of the big holidays. Even though we were twins I really didn’t know her; what she was like, how she thought, what she did. When one of us kids went to visit the other we were almost strangers. We had a ‘take it or leave it’ relationship. I could hang with her or not, it’s not like I missed her most of the …