Come on Grace, I'm not going to tell on you. I'm your sister.' And that's all she has to say.

Having an answer is a comfort. It's when you start asking questions and those questions pull threads in the larger fabric, you're forced to wonder what you're left with. And for people of any age, it's scary to think the fabric of the universe - or the universe as you've always believed it existed - can just unwind, you know?

I hate to say it, but all that stuff they try to tell you about women being empowered and how it's fine for a woman to ask a man out, well, it's crap.'
I look down at my watch. 'Seven fifty-three p.m.'
'What does that mean?'
'Official time of death of feminism,' I reply, and mom laughs.

When the Williams sisters play tennis, it gets pretty hot. When they start grunting, I'm in.

Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to be.

How strange it is to have a sister, Valerie thought. Someone you might have been.