About the SistersGillian Devereux
One day the mother announced that she had decided to stop having babies. The family applauded. Later, when the sisters continued to arrive in the usual manner, no one knew who to blame. Instead, they put each new sister into the nursery with the others, pushing aside piles of stuffed elephants and picture books to make room. All the sisters looked the same. People tried to distinguish them with adjectives – tall, small, meek, weak – but the relative nature of such labels proved problematic. The smallest sister only stayed small until a newer, smaller version of herself arrived. The sweetest sister missed her nap and turned sour. It made more sense to address the sisters as a collective, to speak to them en masse, to acknowledge their insidious sameness.
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