Here was the situation: Pearl belonged to Ba, Em belonged to Ma, and I belonged to my sisters.
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Six-eight-ten. She imitated him on the platform of the stairs in our house, above which the photo was hung, and Em and I had yelled “Caw! Caw!” from the bottom, in what we imagined to be the sound of a frantic chicken. Pearl was five in the photo, the only one of us old enough to have any memory. It was tickling for me to know that as a baby, I’d had the power to inflict ridiculousness on a grown man.
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The Second Waltz
“Jin looked at Naomi . . . sibling love mixing with fatal devotion.”
There’s nothing harder to let go of than an already-gone thing.
I raised my eyes heavenwards, seeking strength in the blue expanse. Let Zoe have her foolish notions. I would not let Rocco trouble me today.