Christine Merrill

“Yesterday, he forbade me from standing under the kissing bough in my own home because mistletoe is a pagan plant that will jeopardise my immortal soul.”
“What were you doing standing under it?” Fred said, missing the point.
“I can tell you what I was not doing”, she said. “And that was waiting for the Vicar. And don't you dare dictate to me over mistletoe. Our guests have been giving and collecting kisses all day and you have not said a word against it.”
“They are not my sister”, he said, as illogical as ever.
“And your sister is no longer twelve”, she said.