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Cards of Fortune I suppose in a way Tonia is right, life isnt worthy living, if both of us arent thither to see it, together. Thats what twin do after all. They are an intrinsical part of each some others life, ceasing to follow without the second. But, I feel that were drifting obscure, separated by this something, intangible, unnamable, and as yet more potent than all of our past put together. I puke remember how as little girls we played together. There were no other children with the troupe, and even when we passed the towns well, the children were never friendly, preferring to fear and call names. But Tonia, she was always there to play with, to laugh with, to cry with. Playing by the fire, dancing below the moon, we were eccentric children, not given to the usual childhood games, preferring instead to maunder quietly, and whisper our secrets, but it was always us, together, until now. One of our favorite games was to confuse Septemius, the low man he a lways did have trouble telling us apart. But then, we were children at the time, and not given over to worrying close the troubles of a grown man. Poor, dear, Septemius, even now I can aesthesis his thoughts, and hes worried, as I am. He knows that Tonia is growing apart from us, and every so often, Ill catch him panoramaing at her, realizing the infinite thats growing, between her and me, between all of us, and I see that look of daunting sadness in his eyes. I signify he sees aim in her, in us rather. I remember the look he gives her now, and its the look he had when my mother left. People tend to think children do not remember such things, that in their happy nave lives they dont understand, but I knew then, as I do now, that mother broke his heart. And as much as Septemius grieves for Tonias dismission from the family, and through that grieves still for the loss of the woman he once knew, so do I grieve. And, yet, somehow I feel my sadness deeper, a sharper pain, for it is not the loss of an abstract family member, or even a sister, it is the loss of part of myself.