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Sisters are definitely a different breed of creature – unlike any other. There’s a magic created when sisters are brought together, no matter how the bond is created.

I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t labeled as “one of those Henley girls.”

Sometimes it worked in my favor, sometimes not so much. My two older sisters were very different, and yet we all seemed to carry some of the same qualities.

Marcie, or as she was properly known, Marchella Anne, was born first, a fact she never allowed us to forget. And, if I’m being totally honest, she was always mother’s favorite. It’s not even hard to admit anymore, it was just a fact.

Marcie was always like a mysterious sort of being to me. She read movie magazines, followed every move that any Kennedy family member ever made, was a “Di hard” royal watcher, and had more class in her pinkie finger than I could muster from my entire being.

And I have quite a lot of “being.”

For more on this story please pick up Wednesday’s Tribune or purchase an e-edition.

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