Snippet #1105353

Katherine smiled a bit as Amunet spoke. She imagined that the young woman was not much older than Kit herself, but she seemed so much more... mature, better able to handle what was happening. The seventeen-year-old knew she was relying far too heavily on Norman as it was. Strangely, though they weren't really that much alike, Amunet reminded the blind girl of her own sister, Elizabeth.

"I lost my sister, too." She said quietly. "Liz was always much stronger then me, you know? I remember thinking, on the day they brought her in to say goodbye, that it just couldn't be happening that way. That if anyone could survive, it would be Liz." A shake of her head disturbed the immaculate ash-blond tresses. "I... her face was the last thing I can remember seeing. Perhaps it's best that way." She could feel Amunet's pain, and wished her friend to know that it was shared. What is it that Daddy had always said? Burdens are lighter when you carry them together with another. Something like that. It seemed to fit, anyway.

She could also feel the heat emanating from Amunet's face, and guessed that she was probably embarrassed, or afraid of having said something offensive, but Kit chose to pretend as though she couldn't know this, deciding that it would only be worse if she called attention to it. She handed the Egyptian woman the last of the silverware, and drained the sink, wiping her now-soaked hands on a dishtowel.