She wears contact lenses to look less nerdy. She has long dark blond hair, dyed lighter blond. Jen is 3 years younger than me, about the same height, but slimmer. I fix the PCs and laptops and answer employee questions. I work for a global corporation in the IT department, working on the company's help desk. It doesn't help that I'm really shy around people I don't know. Until he dumped me for someone younger and cuter, that is. Jen insists I'm cute and my ex-boyfriend always told me I was cute. I have blue eyes and wear glasses and look every bit a nerd. I have blond hair, which is a little longer than my Dad likes. "Yeah, thanks, but I don't need to be psychoanalyzed." "That's because you don't make an effort to fit in. He was very concerned with his reputation and the way other people perceived him.
If you ask me, he wanted to distance himself from his southern roots. Dad moved away for college and never moved back. Our Grandmother, Dad's mom, just died and we were spending seven days getting her affairs in order. We were flying from Chicago to Atlanta, Atlanta to Savannah, then a drive to some tiny town in south Georgia.
It was Monday morning and Jen and I were meeting our parents at the airport. "Yeah, I just got off the phone with mom. She pushed the handle of her rolling carry-on suitcase in and plopped down in the seat next to me. I looked up from my corporate provided Blackberry to see my little sister walking up.