For years, that was enough. Rose rooted Alma when she burned too bright. Alma set fire to Rose when she grew too still.
Alma came home at midnight, her knuckles bruised, her smile too wide. She had punched a landlord who evicted a single mother from her class. “He deserved it,” she said, pressing ice to her hand. SI ROSE AT SI ALMA
One afternoon, Alma found Rose sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at a pair of scissors. For years, that was enough