Mira stared awkwardly at her legs, or rather her skirt as they were concealed in it.

“Oh, yes,” Mira observed as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. “I”ve never needed it, actually. I just felt compelled to use it when people were calling. You know, Father always told me I was sick, it only felt natural.”

But here she was, not sick. She had never felt sick, not truly, but she’d felt compelled to remain in bed or in her wheelchair nonetheless, when people were looking…

This was all so confusing!

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