A postcard started this book, in a way.
My sister sent it to me, and looking at the picture I thought, sisters.
I turned the card over and Mariann had crossed out the word ‘friends’
in the descriptive caption and written ‘sisters’ above it. I was fascinated
by the two women. I was convinced that they were close, that they had a
bond that weathered all time and storms. I wanted to know what they were talking about, what their lives had been like.