My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mothe?s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Pri?s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.
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Profession:
Novelist
Nationality:
American
Born:
August 11, 1962