[some people are just made of tougher stuff, drinking vodka with a straight face and all that. wanda hesitates momentarily, and leans into the countertop; arms crossed, elbows on the surface.]

The future seems even more uncertain, but there is much more you can do to honor your sister's memory.

[because, at this point, that's what they have left over, pitiful and tiny as it may seem.]

Maybe not the best of circumstances, and likely very difficult to get started on. Can I ask how long has it been since you lost her?