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Brigitte has a nightmare at age eight. Even though she confides in her sister about everything, this she doesn't tell Ginger. She doesn't want Ginger to know that she is secretly scared to death of the suicide pact. The idea of being "out by sixteen"
(not dead Bee, we don't need to be dead, we could just be)
scares Brigitte to her core
(out seeing the world instead of bein' stuck in dumb ol' Bailey Downs)
because she knows, she is certain
(and won't we look pretty in our caskets, Bee? That's what they put dead people in, dummy, dead people like us)
that Ginger really means suicide.
And Brigitte isn't so sure she wants to die anymore. Every day Ginger whispers in her ear of graves and funerals and candles burning next to gleaming marble tombstonesand sometimes Brigitte can feel herself getting infected by Ginger's dark glee. But then her sister isn't there anymore, and little Brigitte sometimes shakes with the fear of her sister coming back and weaving her spell. The one that makes Brigitte so afraid of and yet absolutely enamored by a little red-headed demon who likes to hold her breath until she passes out.
Brigitte's nightmare is really just a foggy collection of images, but what she remembers most is Mommy and Daddy crying and Ginger laughing, and they are each in party dresses. Brigitte's is blue and Ginger's is black of course, and they are being lowered into the ground. The worms Ginger is always talking about swarm into the casket, and still Ginger laughs as they cover her from head to toe. Little Brigitte tries to scream and that need seems to be ripping her throat apart and just when she is sure she will suffocate she wakes up with a jolt.
"Ginger?" she whispers into the dark.
