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what he did to her.”
    Elizabeth, the name of the daughter the priest had traumatized. We had never met her, probably would never meet her, but I couldn’t help but think about the last Elizabeth Dro and I had known when we were kids…
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    If Dro was too shy for her own good, Elizabeth was too chatty for her own good.
    Mom had just left for work and Dad was on his way home, but for about an hour it would be just Dro and me. She was five and I was nine, and we decided to play outside for a little bit. We weren’t supposed to because we didn’t live in a nice neighborhood, but the sun was shining and we didn’t have school that day. I was playing with an old soccer ball while Dro was playing with some dolls Mom had given her from the Salvation Army.
    Then, Elizabeth showed up.
    There wasn’t anything wrong with her, except that she was super annoying. She was my age, and she never stopped talking. Some days I wanted to scream at her to shut up. Other days I wanted to stick my fingers in my ears and say, “I’m not listening, I’m not listening!”
    I refused to turn into Elizabeth’s life-size Barbie doll, never wanting to wear dresses or do weird things with my hair, so Elizabeth went after Dro.
    “Hi Constance!” Elizabeth said, her voice irritatingly chipper. “Why are you playing the boy sport again? Is this your sister? Are you Andromeda? Why do they call you Andromeda?”
    I groaned. Hurricane Elizabeth had touched down.
    Dro gripped her doll tightly and looked at me nervously. She was shy around new people and watched how I talked to them. If I was nice to them, she knew they were okay to talk to. If I was mean to them, she knew to stay away. Elizabeth was like an alien to her. She wasn’t bad, just crazy.
    “Hi, Elizabeth,” I said in a tired voice, kicking the soccer ball on my way over to where Dro was sitting on the grass. Elizabeth wasn’t going to hurt my sister, but Dro would relax the closer I was to her.
    “Does she talk? You can talk, right?”
    I sat on the grass next to my little sister. “Yeah, she does. You’re asking too many questions, Elizabeth. Calm down.”
    “But she looks so weird ,” Elizabeth said, plopping down on the grass in front of Dro and placing her elbows on her knees so her hands could hold her chin up. Dro started looking at Elizabeth curiously, but the big eyed-ditz wasn’t done asking her million questions yet.
    “Why is your hair white? Are you an albino or something? Shouldn’t you have red eyes? Do you get sunburned really badly?”
    Elizabeth just went on and on and on. I wondered when she was going to run out of breath.
    “Can I ask you a question?” Dro said suddenly.
    Elizabeth finally stopped talking. She gaped like a fish, then smiled so hard I thought her face was going to crack in half.
    “You do talk!” Elizabeth started off again. “Ask me, ask me, ask me!”
    Dro looked at me like she wanted my permission. I shrugged. I didn’t know where she was going with this, and I wasn’t the boss of her. Dro shifted nervously, then looked at Elizabeth.
    “How come you stole Jenny’s doll when you broke yours?”
    Elizabeth paled and started gaping again. I stared at my little sister.
    “How– Who told you about that?!” Elizabeth shrieked.
    Who indeed, seeing as Jenny lived two blocks away and had never met Dro.
    “Nobody,” Dro confessed. “I just know it.”
    Elizabeth shot to her feet, pointing an accusing finger at my little sister. “You’re a liar! A rotten little liar! You’ll be in big trouble if you tell anybody!”
    I pushed to my feet and quickly stood in front of Dro. My fists were balled at my sides. Elizabeth stopped shouting. I was known around the block for being a tough kid. Boys bigger than me had tried to bully me, and I had sent them home in tears.
    “Go home, Elizabeth,” I said coldly. “Leave us alone.”
    She hesitated, wanting to argue and get her way. I wouldn’t budge. Elizabeth pouted, then spun on her heel