For A.E. Venturi:


Parvati peeked around the door, found it empty, motioned her sister in.
The two tip-toed to their mother's vanity, noiselessly extracting two small bottles.

A floorboard creaked; their eyes met, they grabbed cotton balls and fled.

Sitting in their own room, safe, they begin to giggle.
Padma held out the two bottles, offering her sister first choice.

Parvati, whose idea this had been from the beginning, thought for a moment.
"Let's share. I'll do blue on my fingers, scarlet on my toes, and you be the opposite."

Smiling, each opened the bottle they would use first and began to paint.


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