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A Family Ritual

... breakfast.

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"What was that noise, Tiff? Sounded like you were strangling a cat in your room." This from Ella.

"Noise? You must be hearing things, Ella." I sat down, aware that my cheeks were trying to accessorize my hair.

"Happy birthday, Tiffany." Liz never used the contraction, it was always my full name. I loved her for that. She kissed my cheek. Like she had so many times before in greeting, but today it felt different. The warmth between my legs began to return. Trying my best to ignore it, I poured myself a coffee and took a seat. Liz put a plate of eggs, with a slice of toast, in front of me.

Sitting at table, it struck me yet again that, with the obvious exception of the twins, we didn't look massively like sisters. Ella and Bella were blondes. Liz's hair was a deep chestnut. None of them had freckles, and our skin tones varied. The joke was that Mom had many lovers. I had no idea if there was any truth to it. Our sizes were also disparate. The twins were kinda average, me noticeably below that, Liz noticeably above. Only our eyes showed our true kinship, all emerald green, just like photos of Mom.

Liz joined us, bringing her own breakfast. "So, sis, how are you doing? You OK? I know it's a big day."

I nodded while finishing a mouthful of food. "I'm good. A little nervous, but also kinda excited."

"It will be OK, little one. Right, you two?"

Ella waved a hand, and didn't stop shoveling food into her face. But Bella replied. ...

... "It's fine. It's all fine. We'll take care of you."

We focused on finishing our meal. I was spared washing up duties as it was my special day. But I still had other chores. The ritual was scheduled for mid-afternoon and the chickens weren't going to feed themselves.

I wasn't talkative at lunch, and it seemed my vibe had infected my sisters. We sat in silence. Then Liz finally spoke. "It's nearly time, Tiffany. Bella has run you a bath. Why don't you go and get nice and relaxed?"

Her mouth still full of food, Ella added, "and make sure you wash your ass, OK?"

Ignoring Ella, I nodded at Liz and headed for the bathroom. Bella had put out candles, though summer sun was also streaming through the window. Essential oils filled my nostrils and bathed my senses. Calming notes of lavender and sandalwood. I undressed and lowered myself into the warm water. My mind was racing and my body wired. I closed my eyes and let my head dip under the surface. 'It will be OK, it will be OK.'

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I'd finished washing and was considering whether or not to do my hair when the door opened. Liz's head appeared around it. "Is it OK if I come in?"

"Sure. I'm nearly done."

Liz came and sat next to me on a stool. "Your hair needs a wash, shall I?"

That sounded lovely. "Yeah, if you don't mind."

My sister shampooed my already wet hair and spoke gently to me as she massaged my scalp. "I know it's hard, angel, but there's no other way. We've got no proper schooling, no ...