I used to live with someone of the opposite sex. It’s called a sister, and I don’t have one.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousHe remembers which sister I like least and asks how she is doing. (lines 9-11 of the poem 'Divorce')
The TethersHereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
Wuthering HeightsI wish you could see yourself through my eyes,” he said softly. “My vision is better.
The Weird SistersInstead, we'd do what we always did, the only thing we'd ever been dependably stellar at: we'd read.
The Weird Sisters