The girl screws up her face when Lila smiles at her. I think I 'member you. My mirror won't talk to me anymore. Now, my sister, one of my sisters, she has lots of mirrors. My mirror stopped talking.
Butterflies drift lazily upwards from the girl's fingers.
My bother, one of my brothers, the scary one, he tells stories. Lila bites her lip, unsure of what to say. The girl looks at Lila with large eyes filled with secrets and twisty, turning caverns. Lila suggests, more of a question than anything else. The girl nods, her hair shifting it's colors, her speech varying.