Somehow we always end up back where we started. We're going through that same, endless cycle, over and over. Some days I think that maybe that last time was the last time, but I'm always painfully mistaken.
It'll begin as a normal day, and maybe we'll even make it through breakfast without a hitch. We'll try to keep the mood light; Maggie, my younger sister, will tell one of her jokes, the ones we've all heard so many times we've memorized the punch-lines. "Where does a king keep his armies?" she'll say, and we'll wait for her to declare, proudly, as if for the first time, "In his sleevies!" A quick laugh will be shared, for her sake, and th