My eighteenth birthday didn’t feel very different to me. It was a Wednesday and I still had to go to school. My family wasn’t going to celebrate my birthday until the weekend so I really wasn’t expecting much. A senior in high school, I hadn’t even gotten a date yet. The most I had done was make out a little bit with Mary Jane Kapinsky at a party. I was resigned to just another ordinary day.
As I was getting ready to go out to the bus, my sister, Vera, ran out after me. My sister was twenty-one and had dropped out of college. I wasn’t quite sure what she did with her time and she hung out with a pretty fast crowd. “Little bro,” she yelled after me, “I’ve got a favor to ask.”
I thought about continuing on as if I couldn’t hear her. Generally, when it came to doing favors for my sister, my wallet ended up lighter or I ended up taking the blame for her screw-ups.
I turned around slowly. “What is it?” I asked her, trying to look stern — to ward off any requests.
“I need your wrestling expertise,” she told me.
I looked at her in confusion. “It’s not for me, it’s for my friend, Brenda,” she quickly interjected. “Look, she’s auditioning for a role in a woman’s wrestling league and she needs someone to show her some moves.”
“You want me to teach a girl how to wrestle?” I asked her.
“She’s not a girl,” Vera scoffed. “She’s twenty-two and yeah, maybe I’m stupid, but I thought you’d like the opportunity to put your hands on my smoking hot friend.”