Mary, the young, dull-eyed, dirty-blond-haired Mary, lived most of her youth vicariously through the fiery and free-spirited Rosalie.

Rosalie, the beautiful sister, the one who rolled over men like a super-speed train, was everything Mary had dreamed she could be. But only in dreams. In reality, she dressed in hand-me-down shadows and woke late at night to the ripe scent of her sister's heavy perfume.

Mary was grateful then, when Rosalie tired of her husband and gave him to her.