Yesterday, I discovered Jodi Picoult. She's quite a writer. I like this short story in her novel. It's two sisters talking with each other. One tells a bit of a story. Then the other sister must add to it, and so on:
“Once upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn't." You looked at me. "Your turn."
I rolled my eyes. "The strong sister went outside into the rain and realized the reason she was strong was because she was made out of iron, but it was raining and she rusted. The end."
"No, because the sister who wasn't strong went outside into the rain when it was raining, and hugged her really tight until the sun came out again."
― Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care
You've got to take care of each other.
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