“Never seen a woman eat before, Fran?” Piglet asked and felt herself wink before immediate regret shrouded her like a cloak, her neck prickling with shame. She had not meant to hurt her sister, to lash out at Franny when she had done nothing wrong, but Piglet felt so dangerously close to the destruction of herself, of her marriage, it seemed that anyone who came too close to her would also suffer the flying shrapnel of her discontent. Franny recoiled, looking down, her hands clasped together at the front of her dress, miniature moons flashing as they caught the light. “I didn’t mean that,”
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