I Raf You Big Sister Is A Witch (DELUXE — WORKFLOW)

The first real wound to our arrangement did not come from outside the town. It came from a man who had been my friend since childhood—Rob, who once traded his lunch for my comic book and never asked for it back. Rob sat across from us in the kitchen while my sister brewed tea. He had the look of a man who carries a secret the size of a coin in his mouth.

"Elsewhere." She paused, and for a beat the lamp's flame tipped toward her palm like a moth. "Or simply away from being your sister." i raf you big sister is a witch

"We misjudged," she said. "We miscounted the currency." The first real wound to our arrangement did