"We were at our eighth summer when Kalikke, the spring of my solace, got angry at me and chucked a bunch of de

"We were at our eighth summer when Kalikke, the spring of my solace, got angry at me and chucked a bunch of desert thistles into my hair. I had to cut them out afterwards! That's what you have to suffer if life 'rewards' you with a sibling. Though I should say – that very evening I burned her favorite dress. With great trouble comes great satisfaction."