Guess that makes it official. And here I was hoping there might be some small chance for salvation. Oh well, if I’m going to have that particular sister-in-law, at least I can be secure in the knowledge that she will be an hour and a half away from me. I’d prefer a country and a half, but you can’t have it all. I hear tell she’s done a fair bit of maturing since the last time I saw her. Of course, that, like everything, I shall believe when I see. In the meantime, the farther, the better. For the sake of my sanity and her life.