Not to mention mandatory Breathalyzer tests periodically. I am certainly glad my sisters behave. The biggest scrap we have had was when, after my mother died the two of them got in a fight at White Castles and called me to referee or drag me into it. Oh, there was also the time I did a cartwheel in my Brownie dress in front of my sister's boyfriend. She has since forgiven me.
Siblings are worse than spouses are.
At least most of the time. But come to think of it, perhaps not in the Clinton's case. Hugh and Tony Rodham and Roger Clinton knew good things when they sniffed them. They remind me of the Three Stooges. But more cunning.