Lost, a thought

I miss my sister, in ways both great and small, and sometimes for the  stupidest of reasons.  Tonight I was watching Norah  O' Donnell, the beautiful news anchor.  She was wearing a red dress, or top, but the sleeves were about two inches too short, and her upper arms did not display well.  Dorothy was the only person in the world who would understand my comment, and I felt a pang of grief knowing that I have nobody to talk about such things with .  My silly shallow self.......