Sisters rock, part 3

Most people, when confronted with an unexpected overnight-delivery envelope with a law firm's return address, would turn pale and rapidly scan their recent memory for what they might have said or done that would get them sued.

But not me. When an overnight envelope was dropped at my desk in the middle of the morning, I knew just who had sent it.

Rather than let my birthday card arrive late, Colleen overnighted it from work.