Christmas Cruise
College Fall term ended, and there was no amount of begging by my sister, and I could pull Dad away from the idea of a Christmas Cruise. It sounded absolutely horrible to Jill and I, especially the idea of sharing a cabin. Our parents did their best to sell my sister and I on the idea, “It’ll be warm!” Mom said. “Maybe you’ll meet a girl,” Dad suggested. “And then what? I’m sharing a cabin with Jill,” I groaned, unconvinced. Who wanted to spend a week at sea sharing a cramped cabin with their sister? Jill and I are a year apart in age. I was her older brother. Except for our eyes, we barely pass as brother and sister. I have light brown hair; a strong chin line and I keep myself in great …