Tracy tried to hide her competitive streak, but it was hard having a sister like Rebecca, who seemed to excel without trying, without meaning to, who seemed unable to resist the urge to be self-sacrificing and right and good. In the morning Tracy could be seen trotting behind Rebecca, eagerly trying to anticipate her older sister’s movements, more emulous than purely generous, more an extension of her ambivalent older-sibling-worship than an expression of her own desire to engender goodness in the world.



Previous Post
Next Post
Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: