‘Shoulda worn a better hat,’ says my sister.
‘Yes, thank you,’ I reply, a little testily. ‘Hindsight is twenty-twenty.’
‘Hey, don’t get cranky with me. I did not do this.’ She makes a sweeping gesture with her hand.
Stones as far as the eye can see, big and small. Stone statues, that is.
‘It could have been worse,’ I venture.
I think about it. ‘I’m not entirely sure, but most things can be worse.’