Little Sister blinks at the fork for a moment, then points. “Lef’” Big Sister nods. “Left it is.” She grins warmly at Little Sister and reaches out to ruffle her hair before dipping the oars into the water, steering toward the thinner fork.
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DanLansdowne
Such a lovely story, if sad.