I observe the way she and Clàudia interact. The girl is protective, and every little thing my sister does is a thing she has learned from being a mother, and though she demonstrates infinite care for her daughter, it somehow remains inexplicably outside the realm of real communication. I want my sister to go home and leave me with Clàudia. Some wishes come from an intolerable place; they’re as filthy as a shovelful of manure and just as nutritious.
