"Let’s go to lunch", I said, so we went to Ruby’s on the pier without the kids, without her husband. The salty wind blew our hair as we walked down the pier over the waves, and I think I held her hand for a moment, if I remember correctly. We had maraschino cherries in our diet cokes. We had to check (we always did) to see if we each had the same number of cherries. It was our thing. I don’t know why. We pretended it mattered if one of us had more, but truth be told, I would have given her all of mine, if I knew she really wanted them. I loved her so. We were so happy that day. Just being together, and being sisters, and knowing we’d always be close. Except now we aren’t. Who knew? Somehow, maraschino cherries just don’t taste the same anymore.