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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Epigraph

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-THREE

EPILOGUE

Acknowledgements

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Copyright © 2011 by Eleanor Brown

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Brown, Eleanor, date.

The weird sisters / Eleanor Brown. p. cm.

eISBN: 9781101486993

1. Sisters—Fiction. 2. Terminally ill parents—Fiction. 3. Middle-aged women—

Fiction. 4. Domestic fiction. I. Title.

PS3602.R6965E

813’.6—dc22

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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TO CHRIS

For springtime, for a rock-and-roll show, forever

But we only called the fire brigade, and soon the fire engine came and three tall men in helmets brought a hose into the house and Mr. Prothero got out just in time before they turned it on. Nobody could have had a noisier Christmas Eve. And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim’s Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, “Would you like anything to read?”

—DYLAN THOMAS, A Child’s Christmas in Wales

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.

—WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth

PROLOGUE


We came home because we were failures. We wouldn’t admit that, of course, not at first, not to ourselves, and certainly not to anyone else. We said we came home because our mother was ill, because we needed a break, a momentary pause before setting off for the Next Big Thing. But the truth was, we had failed, and rather than let anyone else know, we crafted careful excuses and alibis, and wrapped them around ourselves like a cloak to

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