My sister believed that, as a girl, she’d been punished by being locked in the basement, in the dark.
We spoke of this only once. We were young adults, sharing a rare moment of unguarded intimacy. I could tell from the way she referred to being locked in the basement that she believed that I knew exactly what she was referring to, and that I, too, remembered it.
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