Blue sisters are my own personal brand of conflict. Epilogue felt ridiculously unnecessary and yet a perfect portrait of what this story is. A mask of substance and depth behind which hides another run-of-the-mill, insanely tropey to the point it’s a caricature, grief story (and this one comes in a package with sisterhood!)

Still our blue, blue sisters incorporate this mystery of humanity; that you think you know someone, and so much so you make so many assumptions you could open a factory, you instinctively become judge, jury, and executioner to them, but nothing is so black-and-white, not even family, and we could learn something from openness.

For me, it ends with “it was too much, this love. Then she felt it, her legs kicking out beneath her, turning her upright. Her soles sank into the mud, then pushed off. A thousand dark tugging tides pulled her back as she propelled herself, but she did not stop. Her palms thrust water aside, as though flinging open heavy curtains to let in the day. It grew warmer as she drew closer. She kept swimming. She was almost there. Light broke over her head like applause. She breached the surface, gasping for air.”