Susan and Tessie got up.
“You must not get up!”
They came close to Fanny. Her eyes were almost parallel with Tessie’s red mouth which had spoken. She looked up at the straight lips of Susan. On Susan’s neck she saw a birthmark, black like a footprint. Against it, all she was white.
“We’re going to come again—“
“When you’re better—“
“I am better,” Fanny smiled.
Tessie said: “You are a woman.”
* * *
Clara was there, and she still vibrant from it all.
“You had visitors,” Fanny said. “Miss Sennister and Miss Liebovitz.”