Everyone drew back, expecting her to bite him or to slash her fingernails across his face. But she looked at him, and listened to him, his words stripping the feral look out of her eyes.
A craft that started as finding wisps of red among violet petals, and that, through years and generations, became the skill of finding, easily and without hesitation, what he was looking for.
One stray thought, and those threads of saffron turned to the red of their braids and curls. Just that single, unwanted thought, and the gradient of their hair swirled through Miel like fall leaves.
Now the Bonner sisters were older, and beautiful, their eyes a fierce and fearless kind of open. Together, they were as imposing as an unmapped forest.
Some said they had hidden, in the woods, a stained glass coffin that acted like a chrysalis, turning each girl who slept in it as beautiful as every Bonner girl before her.
any plant disease resulting in withering without rotting
During the day, they whispered that she was a witch, or blamed her for the powdery blight bleaching out an orchard's harvest, or held her responsible for the storm that might rain out that year's lighting of the pumpkin lanterns.
It was what made her so good at curing lovesickness. Less skilled curanderas left their patients stricken with susto, a fright so deep they wandered the woods startled and blind.
But he'd lost that look to Lian Bonner, to her hair that was so dark red it was almost auburn, to the bursts of freckles fanning her temples like wings.
How, if a moon was fragile, he carried a wooden ladder from his mother's shed and leaned it against the trunk, so he wouldn't jostle the moon as he climbed.
Some said her roses could turn the hearts of those who had no desire. Others insisted their perfume, the soft brush of their petals, was enough to enchant the reticent, the frightened, the guarded.
a series of prayers counted using a string of beads
Even with as little as Miel remembered, she remembered the whispers about how children with roses growing from their skin would poison their own brothers, or steal the rings and rosaries from their family's graves.
of or pertaining to a religious orientation of doubt
Agnostic, indifferent to the faiths of both her father's family and her mother's, she had barely tolerated Sam going along with Miel and Aracely to church and Sunday school.
lack of respect accompanied by a feeling of intense dislike
She allowed it only because she thought things would be easier for him if this town thought he was a good Christian boy, a phrase she never said without disdain edging her words.
Sometimes she said things like that, and he could almost see the pallor of frost on her words. It's not my place to be disappointed, she'd said when he was failing math three years ago. It's your future, not mine.
And maybe their lives as wives and mothers at first felt cramped, narrow after the wide, cleared roads of being boys. But whatever freedom they missed was not because they wanted to be boys again. It was because they wanted to be both women and unhindered.
Created on Wed Sep 29 10:06:23 EDT 2021
(updated Mon Oct 04 13:43:52 EDT 2021)
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