“Well, I am in no mood for what wise lessons you may have learned,” said Arabessa, still distraught. “I do not see how I can survive this.” “As you once said to me, sister,” began Niya, “you will survive it as we must all things. One sunrise at a time.” “That’s horrible advice,” muttered Arabessa, not enjoying her own words used against her. “I thought so, too, at the time.” She smiled. “But do you want to know the worst of it?” “Do I really have a choice not to?” “You were right,” she said. “You’re always annoyingly right, Arabessa.
