distance

"When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and that you're just clutching air and grit. That's why you can't save it all up like that.

Because by the time you finally see each other, you're catching up only on the big things, because it's too much bother to tell about the little things. But the little things are what make up life. Like a month ago when Daddy slipped on a banana peel, a literal banana peel that Kitty had dropped on the kitchen floor. Kitty and I laughed for ages. I should have e-mailed Margot about it right away; I should have taken a picture of the banana peel. Now everything feels like you had to be there and oh never mind, I guess it's not that funny. 

Is this how people lose touch? I didn't think that could happen with sisters. Maybe with other people, but never us. Before Margot left, I knew what she was thinking without having to ask; I knew everything about her. Not anymore. I don't know what the view looks like outside her window, or if she still wakes up early every morning to have a real breakfast or if maybe now that she's at college she likes to go out late and sleep in late. I don't know if she prefers Scottish boys to American boys now, or if her roommate snores. All I know is she likes her classes and she's been to visit London once. So basically I know nothing.

And so does she. These are big things I haven't told her – how many letters got sent out. The truth about me and Peter. The truth about me and Josh.

I wonder if Margot feels it too. The distance between us. If she even notices."

-page 294 & 295