Ellen Balis, pages 543-549

   

As kids in our separate rooms, my sister and I both read Little Women over and over. We couldn’t claim our comradery; our parents wouldn’t have it. We were only permitted our rivalry.

 

But secretly, as we slipped back into the March family each day, we had our sisterhood.

 

As adults, we've spent years bushwhacking a path between us, and have come to realize we were side by side all along. This project was the perfect vehicle for memorializing our sisterlove. My spot in the book was when Beth was dying, and Jo and Beth spoke of their love and importance to each other. "Have I been all that to you? So much, so much.” So much, that even death could not separate them.