Marie
At Casilda's request, I sang softly until she drifted to sleep, her head against the pillows and her hand tucked neatly between my two. I let the words drift away from me as I looked down at her smooth, girlish fingers between my own, slightly worn from a youth of scrubbing pans and washing clothes. I let out a soft sigh as I released her. Lately I couldn't stop looking for proof that I had been misplaced, and finding it.
There was a pain somewhere and this time it wasn't in my heart. Lifting my foot up, I looked in surprise at the torn sole of my soft, cushion shoes and the small incision there. I recalled the glass and with it Derrick's room. Something would have to be done about that. Standing slowly, I tip-toed across the room and slipped softly out of the door. "Happy dreams," I whispered. "Little sister." I wished the words back as soon as I said them and looked quickly about me, foolishly startled. But of course there wasn't anybody about. I'd said it just- just to try it out. Because it was what I felt, what I wanted. Sometimes. Most times. It was hard to tell myself that it was unfair to the real sister I had out there and the real brother. There were possibly more of them now, more than I remembered or ever met. But I forgave myself. Afterall, this life was hardly fair on me.
I returned to my room to put a dressing on my foot and change my destroyed shoes for harder ones, my best ones. I didn't mind much about the broken pair as I was given an allowance for clothes and spent little enough that they would be easily replaced. While there I took up a lantern for lighting and then walked downstairs to the storage cupboard for cleaning supplies. Casilda wasn't the only one who had difficulty sleeping but my solution was to be physical exertion. And it might as well be his room. It seemed to have been forgotten by everyone else.
And so it was that I found myself sweeping up broken glass and scrubbing blood stained floor-boards in the early hours of the morning. More than once I had convinced myself that it was time to go to bed, otherwise I would hardly be fresh for the next morning. Except there was so much work to be done and I was loathe to not see one little job finished. First it was the sweeping but with that past, I simply had to get the rest of the blood mopped up and then I added his soiled clothes to the bucket and still there was over-turned furniture to be righted and only then did I look around and consider the progress I'd made. It was certainly enough for one night.
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