The older sister would say, We’re not there anymore, Tanya. We’re not on the rug anymore, Tanya. But when Tanya Maw looked in the mirror, she could see the large circular kilim rug in her reflection behind her, and she knew for certain that she would, in part, live on the large circular kilim rug for the rest of her life. I’ll die on this rug, thought Tanya. And she did die on that rug.
