Toes

Yesterday when I arrived at the YMCA I noticed the pearly toenails of Sheila, the lady at the front desk, who was wearing sandals. She said she paints them on the weekends and laughed. I said I tend to hide my toes because each toe looks like it was born from a different marriage! As a kid I was fascinated by the resemblance of my sister's toes to mine; hers are similar but more elongated and elegant. My half-brother's toes definitely resemble mine, and they would make me laugh because they were even goofier. Our toes were about the only place where I recognized the shared DNA between us. Mother had the original version, but her toes always looked angry.