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Agatha’s Point of View
Dear Sister,
I heard through Helen that you are visiting Chicago soon. I very much look forward to seeing you then.
I smiled at the telegram. My sister was almost twenty years older than me, and it showed in everything she did and said. The formality. The phrasing that sat on a page the way her furniture sat in her living room—positioned, considered, unlikely to be moved.
I loved her.
She liked me.
I tucked the message into my skirt pocket, handed the young man who’d delivered it a few coins, and thanked him.