Indeed, what did happen to Little Jo. Apparently accommodation at the Highrise off football season is not in high demand. Sister, Bone Doctor and Little Jo stayed last week at a caravan park down on the far west coast. We hadn't heard from them for awhile, so I called on Saturday evening to no answer. Next morning my phone range as I was just leaving to go to work and I declined the call. It was Sister. As I was stepping into the lift, I heard the home phone ringing. R answered it. Sister said she was returning my call from an hour before. She didn't have her am or pm right. My call was the night before.
She told R they were packing up to leave and was somewhat short with him. Now let me tell you, if R likes you and you are a nice person, he is the most wonderful person in the world. But if you slight him, or he even thinks you may have slighted him, then it is all over Red Rover. When Sister asked what we wanted and said she was busy packing up, R jumped in with, Ok, bye, and hung up.
I expected a conciliatory call or text during the week, but none was forthcoming. R and I have argued about Sister more than once. All I can say is, she is my sister. What can I do? None of us siblings have ever really fallen out with each other. Perhaps it is that we just don't care too much? I don't know. We all tolerate each other's foibles without complaint and minimal bitching behind backs. I suppose we care, but not enough to get hurt by character failings.
But we have not seen Little Jo for four weeks and we miss her. Me being the hard nosed practical person, suggested well it was going to happen sooner or later. Once she gets to school age, we won't see too much of her. Little Jo is very like her mother, and will run Sister ragged when she becomes a teen. I say that with no glee. Hehe, or maybe I do.
I am sure Little Jo still loves her Uncle R, but we all have to move on. Perhaps we are entering a new phase.
Meanwhile, I observe mothers and fathers with their 18 month to three year olds with some envy. It is surely the best time. Well, it was the best time for us and Little Jo.