Defenestration

It came up again today. The cousin was telling her brother the cousin how the youngest sister went out the third floor window sometime before 1970. The first time this subject surfaced in general family discussion was in the early 'nineties and there was some argument and lots of dispute about what actually happened, and here is near 'bout what I recall; Numbers three, four (that's me)and five daughters were sent to the third floor play room by an exhausted and harried mother who may have been trying to cook dinner in the first floor kitchen. Number five, who was 4 or 5 years old at the time, thought she might try flying out the attic window. Me 'n Number three, who were old enough to know better, actively encouraged her to try flying out the window. So she jumped. In a suspended state of disbelief and guilt, I stuck my head out the window to see my younger sister pick herself up off the alley bed and walk towards the back door. Amid much yelling by my mother (who was displeased that she was on the ground floor but had no idea how she had arrived) she came back upstairs to the third floor playroom. I think we washed up her knees and snuck to the second floor for band-aids. Number two sister, who was not home at the time, has always disputed-hotly, that it happened at all. Number three's memory failed her on her part in this conspiracy,  So for years Number two had us all on mock trials during family gatherings in search of the truth. The truth is, is that we all got tired of discussing it. Further, the generation after us has won prizes writing about this epic dispute. So when the episode was aired again today in Mother's hospital room, she grimaced and we all clammed up.