On a rare excursion outside the unit, Peter's mum recognised a face she had not seen for eight years and before that possibily only at her sister's wedding.
"Are you Ray's sister?" Peter's mum said.
"Yes, and who are you?" said the surprised lady.
"I am Gloria's sister" (put another way: "I am Ray's sister-in-law").
Peter was not keeping up with it at the time but had the presence of mind to take a snap of them together.
Joan was her name and she was the baby sister of Peter's Uncle Ray. Peter never knew that his uncle was the only son in a family with four sisters. Joan shared that Ray called her his tennis racket. "Why?" Because when the children of the family were told by their mum that there was going to be something very special coming for Christmas, Ray naturally thougth it was going to be a new tennis racket. He was actually unimpressed that it was a baby. Ray was twelve and gung-ho for tennis at the time and never quite warmed to his new sister.
Joan was with her husband and only daughter and they came along presently. "This is Gloria's sister!" Joan exclaimed. Peter met them too. There is a surprise around the corner most days.
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