my sister was always my best friend when I was a child especially as we two were almost alone in the world we lived with our old grandmother in a little house, almost a shack, in the country whenever I think of her now I see a solemn, responsible girl a girl too old for her years who looked out for me no matter what once there was a bully Jesse Anson who looked enormous to me though he was probably an average twelve-year-old Jesse had it in for me because he liked Little Grant who liked me he decided to beat me up right before her eyes I was lucky my sister came by she didn't interfere any she just stood there somehow though her presence gave me confidence I licked the stuffing out of Jesse Anson if my sister hadn't been there I don't think I could have done it.