“For God’s sake, Sibby, use the cane.” Addie stands at the bottom of the stairs as her sister winces her way down. The sight of those stitches in her forehead is still jarring. “I don’t need a damn cane,” Sybil says, gripping the banister. “It’ll loosen up once I get moving.” Addie sucks her teeth.…
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