“My sisters compete. For favor, for suitors, for reputations. For our parents’ love. We are connected only by secrets and lies.′ Semele waved her kantharos at Euryale and Stheno, liquid sloshing once more onto the tiled floor. A harried girl hurried forward with a rag. ‘You three accept other for all that you are and are not. You share your lives. That is sisterhood.”
