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POV SEAN (c. 2010; not part of larger story)
“I don’t even know what my own mother looked like!”
Tadhg fixes me with a glare. “Yes, you do.”
“I don’t! I don’t even know what she looked like! We don’t have pictures. I shouldn’t care and I know that, but I can’t help it. I just want to know where we all come from!”
My sister Niamh, steely-faced and void like never before, doesn’t miss a beat, per usual. “You come from Teddy and Marie. He was an abusive asshole. He crushed your words out of you, you went to speech therapy for two years. You have eyes the same color as his, but yours are soft and his weren’t.”
“I know all that,” I snap.
“Then you know all of it,” Tadhg piles on with her.
They make the same faces sometimes. They told me they were twins when I was small, and it’s moments like this where I believe it. They’re so in sync with each other and they don’t fight with each other, only with everyone else.
“You didn’t tell me about her.”
Niamh’s eyes roll. “We agreed that was Joey’s job. I’m not supposed to tell you about her complications.”
“Please?”
She frowns, eyes flitting to Tadhg. He looks back at her and in that silent language of theirs, they appear to reach an agreement.
So Niamh says, “She looked like me, walked like me, sang like me, and sounded like me.”
She doesn’t make it sound like a good thing.
And then I understand why Joey doesn’t want her telling me anything about her. But I understand why he says she was Niamh.