One of our favorite movies was Girl with a Pearl Earring. We both adored Vermeer; we read the novel by Tracy Chevalier together, and watched the movie one night after my cousin went to bed. She let me take sips of her coffee (3 teaspoons of cream, 2 teaspoons of sugar) and in the middle of the movie, she ran into her room and brought her pearl earrings out and I helped her put them on. She told me that if my ears were pierced, we could have worn one each and both be girls with a pearl earring.
My aunt, who died before I turned 22, was sad but beautiful like a sugar cube melting in lukewarm water.
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