To Liza, the sight of her little sister was like the uncaging of a flock of doves. Her mind flooded with precious memories; her mouth went slack and dry. Liza dropped to her knees. There was caution in Twiggy’s eyes, then a recognition that spoke volumes. When Liza held out her arms, Twiggy came to her and folded herself into Liza as if Liza had left her only the day before. Time and distance had done nothing to break their bond.
