She just nodded. "Just about everything." What a rush, a weird thrill ran through me, the idea of her words reaching another human being about what we had done. She looked so soft and delicate, her hair falling over her shoulders. She was so female, a softness that is hard to put in words. The fabric of her dress, her throat, small chin.

"They didn't like arrest us or anything? Call the paddy wagons."

"It's more common than you think." She put me at ease, "If the ages of the siblings are similar, like less than three years, and circumstances being what they are, or were, there are triggers. Conservative...