She did riot even realize until too late that she had lapsed in her caring for her sister and let the Three Sisters, the Potomac, or whomever take her away. There was her mother, herself, and her baby sister. And on a day when she had the care of her sister, a day when she chewed down on her mother's responsibilities, she had failed. She'd been trusted as she'd always been trusted—with Clara. She had failed. She had been a little mother countless times. It was her duty. "Who's Rat?" Pearl asked in a pleading tone. "My sister," Johnnie Mae answered, exasperated with Pearl's pretending not to know about Rat. "You call your sister Rat? How your mama let you call her a name like that?" "She doesn't know it. She doesn't have to know everything. They don't have to know every thing." "Eventually they find it out." "She don't have to know." "She's gonna know you've been up to something. Your clothes're all wet." "Shut up!
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