The smallest, in the middle, holds an old man’s walking stick. At her big sisters’ instruction, she holds its heaviness out, wavily, in front of her. She screws her eyes closed, childishly tight. Her older sisters pretend to guide her along the pavement. They play at something I hope they never have to live.
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