Jessie tried to bridge the divide. “Bring it in,” she said. Reluctantly, Brea and Flo did. They got close but wouldn’t touch foreheads. Their triangle—the special shape from which they drew such steadfastness and affection—was incomplete. “We’ll always be sisters,” Jessie said, attempting to find their harmony in all the noise. “They can separate us, but that will never change.”
