Si Rose At Si Alma Today

For years, that was enough. Rose rooted Alma when she burned too bright. Alma set fire to Rose when she grew too still.

One afternoon, Alma found Rose sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at a pair of scissors. SI ROSE AT SI ALMA

Then Alma did something she never did. She stopped talking. She fetched a comb, a towel, and a pair of proper shears. She sat behind Rose and began to cut. Not fast. Not fiery. Slowly. Gently. For years, that was enough

But one summer, the balance broke.