"...one heart tenderly beating, ever entreating, constant and true..."
Constance sighed and rested her head in her hand as she listened to her Mother singing as she sewed. It was the same lyrics to which her mother had been serenaded all those years ago, after all, and so it was fitting that she and her sister should be blessed with names taken straight from the song itself.
Her sister True, whimpered softly as the needle pricked her finger whilst in the middle of her own embroidery.
Constance looked up with concern, her sister's eyebrows furrowed and her eyes widened at the sight of a tiny droplet of blood.
"It's okay, True, it's only a little finger prick," Constance reassured her.
True wasn't so easily convinced and she whispered, resentfully, "That's easy for you to say, you've never done it before!"
She sighed and dropped her work on the footstool next to her and placed her head in her hands as she stared at the wall, ignoring her sister.
"Well," Constance began, "You know, there's a first time for everything." She pricked her finger and showed it to her sister.
"See?" she asked, "Now we're even!"
True scolded, "Don't go pricking your fingers on purpose, Connie!"
She ignored her and then continued, "But you know, just because it hurts, and it's frustrating to have it happen so many times," She grabbed her sisters sore hand and kissed the tip of it, smiling, "Just as quick as you get it, it's gone!"
True responded, in a bored voice, "Connie, just because you kiss it doesn't make it better!"
Constance persisted, "No, you see, it'll only still hurt you if you let it! You have to just accept it and move on. the prick hurts more when it first happens than the sore that comes afterwards. When you leave it to heal and don't touch it, the pain goes away!"
True stood up and rebutted, "But if you ignore a problem that doesn't make it go away! Ignorance may be blissful but it isn't practical."
Constance stood up too and shrugged, "That may be so, but we aren't talking about the matters of the world, we're talking about a finger prick, True." She said.
True looked at her sister incredulously and then, unable to find the words to fight back she spat, "Oh, I know what you were trying to say silly! I'm not dim!" and she hurried out of the room.
Constance and her mother exchanged glances and then both shrugged.
"Oh, Connie dear, don't let her bother you. She's just a pessimist. I liked your point of view very much." She reassured her daughter.
Constance sighed and then said, "Well I know that it's true that you can lead a horse to water..."
She began to leave to room to find another task to complete, but then turned around, a glint in he eye and whispered, "But my name does imply 'constance' and so it also means I'm persistent!"
Snow White giggled and waved as her daughter left the room. "One heart, tenderly beating, ever entreating, constant and true..." she sang the line again, as she got up to put away her own work.
"Their names are very fitting." She decided, and then drew the blinds.
