Furious Sisters

Doreen sipped her wine leisurely as she gazed down from the balcony where she sat. The sweet white wine was the best there was in this Italian restaurant in the heart of Atlantic City. Presently, she was aware that she had arrived very early here but it was no issue for her. If she would be honest to herself, she appreciated her wait because Doreen entertained the solace. It was fine, since she knew meeting her older sister Leah meant a stressful encounter for sure. Mreover, she was not really certain why she kept tolerating Leah at all. They were practically total opposites. On one hand, her older sister was very assertive and loud, while she was more compromising and would rather be silent. They were as if brought up by different families.