She looks at her sister, looks at her carefully. She lets the laundry plunger fall into the pot, and puts a hand on each of Judith’s small shoulders. “People who don’t know you so well,” Susanna says, examining her, “would say you look the same as him. And the resemblance between you both is…was…remarkable. It was hard to believe, at times. But we who live with you see differences.” Judith looks up at her, wonderingly. Susanna touches her cheek with a trembling finger. “Your face is narrower than his. Your chin is smaller. And your eyes are a lighter shade. His were more flecked. He had more
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