“Would you have?”
“My sister,” Eleanor said. “Margaret. You’ve never heard of her because we erased her. She ran away at nineteen with the groundskeeper’s daughter. We told everyone she died of tuberculosis. We buried an empty coffin in the family plot.” Anal Incest -1991- - Italian Classic -
And she thought of Margaret, buried in name only, waiting sixty years to be remembered. “Would you have
“To family,” she said, and smiled. “The only battlefield that never closes.” Later, after Charles had stormed out and Patricia had retreated to the garden with a cigarette, Maya found Eleanor alone in the library. The fire had burned low. Eleanor sat in a wingback chair, the letter—the real letter—open in her lap. She ran away at nineteen with the groundskeeper’s daughter
“He would have wanted to be here,” Eleanor added, slicing into her salmon. “He always did want my attention.”