I whisper in her ear, “Two peas in a pod.” Her eyes open and I jump back from the bed. She looks toward the sound of her children screaming down the hall. I relax when I realize she can’t move anything other than her eyes. They’re wide and wild as she stares in my direction with a look I’ve never seen in them before. Fear. I hold the petrol can up so that it’s within Claire’s field of vision. She looks at it, then back to me. I study my sister’s face one last time, then take her hand in mine, squeezing it three times before letting her go. “I never was fond of gas,” I say, before leaving the
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oh wtf
