April is the cruelest girl. June, her younger sister, is, somehow, meaner. May, in the middle, is sweet, sweet, sweet. Oh, May. April. June. The Calendar sisters. April shakes her head no. April is a don’t, a won’t, and a never mind. April says, Not now. April won’t say when. April says, Stop asking. April wants to stay at home. April says, Don’t call during dinner. April says, Do this and do that. April says, June is coming into her curves. June says, I want to go to the beach. June wants a bigger beach towel but a smaller swimsuit. June is working on a new kind of smile. June tells you to bring your camera. June says, Why am I’m blurry? June says, I should be in the center. June says, You made me look like May in this one. June says, Delete them all but send the last one to May. With May, everything is permissible. Yes is May’s word. Yes is May’s policy. May says, Yes prevents unhappiness. May says, Why not. May says, Yes, you can. May, May, May. Oh, May, May, May.