go. will the words end, ski? i remember, no, all of 5 years old now and promising me infinity. and maybe because i m the youngest with three older sisters or because my own eldest daughter, writing with my youngest daughter, but this just your sister giving you infinity at 3. uh-huh. it s amazing. that s the thing about siblings, they don t know the gifts they are giving us. they are torturing us and all this other stuff, but i have such a clear memory of that loving moment of her putting her hand over mine to say, this is how you make the letter j. and then later on understanding that letters become words and words become sentences. and the power in that. so it was amazing. there is a line that i just one line, but all day i kept thinking of it. saturday night smells of biscuits and burning hair.