Edith hadn't ever known the reason for Mary's disliking her. She had many different theories, the one most often presenting itself that when she was little, Mary had liked being an only child, and Edith took that away from her.
Now that they were older, and she saw how Mary treated Sybil, she assumed it was that her older sister was jealous of her, because that was the only possible explanation.
How can she be jealous when she gets so much more than I do? She gets the looks, the men, the spot as Granny's favorite. What do I have that she doesn't?
Edith sat at her vanity, pausing putting in her earrings to stare at her reflection. "A heart." she scoffed, chuckling slightly to herself.
An urgent knock sounded on the door. "Edith?"
"Come in!" she called out as she put her second earring in.
Sybil rushed into the room, tears rolling down her cheeks. "It's Mary. She's gone."
And with four words, everything Edith thought she knew crumbled.
Okay so... I'm not sure WHAT brought me to do this or write this. I kind of want to make this a longer story. Let me know if any of you would like me to. I love Mary and Edith, so this isn't a jab at either one of them by the way.