In every town in this land, at any one time there lives one of you girls who has bedded her sister's boyfriend. Before you've even finished the first love-making though (and it usually is a love, I know that) won't you already have a little fistful of explanations, seen as excuses, ready (for you really are too stupid to see that an explanation is not an excuse)? Confidence issues; feeling unwanted; couldn't stop ourselves? Before you I lower my head for I quail.
In every town in this land, at any one time there far more rarely lives one sister who tells you, swaying and ducking, that from this moment on, the two of you, sisters both, shall not exchange another word. And this sister has held to her decision. Rare it might be, but when it happens surely it hammers into necessary shape perhaps, at one identifiable time, the worth of one sister and the worthlessness of the other. Painful though it doubtless is.
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