Her sister is the first to bleed - stigmata, her mother calls it. She feels it should have been her first, not her sister. As young girls, they whispered together in bed, anticipating the arrival of the bleeding. The old women come in their dark veils, day after day, and she wonders what it is they do with her sister, what secrets she is yet to discover.
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