The Phantom Limbs of the Rollow Sisters
“WITH THE PLASTIC PANTHER WARM IN her fist, Mabel felt drawn toward Stitch Farm. Years before, Brandi, the Stitch girl, had inhaled too much airplane glue from a paper bag on the night of her junior prom. She now sat in a wheelchair, unable to move, barely able to speak, but with a newfound gift. All the farmers’ widows had made pilgrimages to the young woman’s weekly sessions, standing in line with buttons in their fists and cufflinks plucked from their husbands’ funeral shirts. Mr. Stitch woul...d take the items and press them into his daughter’s unfeeling hand, and Brandi would choke out a word or two, a message whispered to her by some voice in an afterlife.
Mabel had always rolled her eyes at Lily, had snapped her gum to show indifference, whenever Lily returned from Stitch Farm dressed in mourning weeds—black blouse, black skirt, her father’s wedding band on a chain around her neck. After every session Lily had plopped shut-mouthed and gloomy into the sofa cushions, drinking store-bought margaritas straight from the bottle.MoreLess
Mabel had always rolled her eyes at Lily, had snapped her gum to show indifference, whenever Lily returned from Stitch Farm dressed in mourning weeds—black blouse, black skirt, her father’s wedding band on a chain around her neck. After every session Lily had plopped shut-mouthed and gloomy into the sofa cushions, drinking store-bought margaritas straight from the bottle.MoreLess
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