My mother has always been a woman who arranges things.
Not just events, though she arranges those with the precision of someone who understands that a well-arranged event communicates something specific about the person who arranged it. She arranges people. Relationships. The relative standing of her two daughters within the family structure and within the broader social world she has cultivated for forty years with the specific strategic patience of someone who understands that influence is a garden that requires constant tending.
My name is Cordelia Henry.
I am thirty-one years old and I am the state director of coastal and forest ecology for the California Department of Natural Resources, which is the kind of job title that sounds significant to people who understand what it means and means nothing to people who don’t, and my mother has always been in the second category.
My sister’s name is Savannah.
She is twenty-four and she has four hundred thousand followers on a platform that values photographs of beautiful things beautifully presented, and her business model is the specific contemporary one of converting attention into sponsorship, of being the person who holds a champagne glass or a face cream or a hotel key in a specific way that makes the people watching want to hold the same things.
She is genuinely beautiful.
She is also, genuinely, my sister, which means I love her in the complicated way that sisters love each other when they have been raised in the same household by the same mother but have consistently been assigned different roles in that household, different values, different implied futures.
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