Afterthoughts

                                                                                                                                                        Stepsisters can make dangerous bedfellows.  At least in my case, this statement was true. In the sixth grade, the house we lived in only had three bedrooms. Because there weren't enough for all of the family, my stepsister and I had to share a room.  At night, before we went to bed, we would roll up a blanket and place it down the middle of the bed. Neither of us dared cross the line of separation.  However, one morning, I must have messed up and cro...