That is the truth of favors given by hands that know the rules of exchange: they do not always respect the neatness of bookkeeping. Something lost by one person might be found by another—and that finding may demand currency the giver did not expect.
"Elsewhere." She paused, and for a beat the lamp's flame tipped toward her palm like a moth. "Or simply away from being your sister."
She left on a night when the moon hid her face and the rain asked nobody's permission. I found her packing a single satchel with things that made sense: a well-worn book of forgeries, a spool of copper wire, a scarf that had once belonged to our mother. She moved with a deliberateness that was neither hurried nor calm, but like someone methodically closing windows before a storm. i raf you big sister is a witch
"Because someone will need them," she said. "And because the past is greedy."
Chapter Seven: The Night My Sister Left
My sister read the contract and then folded it in half and in half again until the paper resembled a stone. She said, "No."
Chapter Three: The Deal that Wasn't
"You will sign," said their spokesman, smiling the sterile smile of committees. "You will abide by oversight."