Or brother. They’re both very, very fine. It just so happens that Sister Kate sent me the enormous box currently taking up most of my bed. I’m too chicken to look at the postage because I li’trally do not want to know what she spent to mail this beast (considering that I still owe her $30 plus interest). And just to give some sense of the size of the thing, I stuck Sister Margaret’s trumpet next to it, which, ever since Dave paid her fifty bucks for it, has been the bane of my existence because it is NEVER PUT AWAY and is perpetually lying around on the floor somewhere begging innocent folks to trip over it. This has been going on for years and is quite painful. Thank heavens it doesn’t actually get played.