There had been whispers that her family was suffering financially--suffering, as if lack of money was a wound. Which it was, the worst kind.
Anton DiSclafaniHer family's fortune wasn't new, it had lost that ugly sheen.
Anton DiSclafaniI knew what it was like to want, to desire so intensely you were willing to throw everything else into its fire.
Anton DiSclafaniI was a girl, I learned, who got what she wanted, but not without sadness, not without cutting a swath of destruction so wide it consumed my family. I almost fell into it, with them. I almost lost myself.
Anton DiSclafaniDanger presented itself, every girl knew, from within the family. But we were no one, nothing without our families.
Anton DiSclafaniWe learned in class, were lectured to about wars and famines, ancient kings and queens, the habits of presidents. But the lectures were cursory. We needed to know what happened, because we were the well-bred daughters of men who could afford to educate us--but not why, or how.
Anton DiSclafaniI thought of my picture in the Castle. But what would future girls see when they looked at the photograph during their daily comings and goings, peering closely? Not the shade of my hair, rendered colorless. Not anything, really. Just a girl on a horse, like so many other girls.
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