What do you think of when you hear the word fray? I'm linking my story using this word, and at Ivy's blog hop, Six Sentence Story - Fray.
Different in numerous ways, but at least in one the same, the sisters loved similarly right from the start. Could it have been because of a genetic trait? Perhaps a parent had displayed similar behavior, but those who could shed some light on this story are no longer able to tell, or have passed into the next realm of existence. The girls' younger brother didn't seem show the same characteristic. Beloved white, furry "Pup Pup" once caressed by the older sister, and a pink and blue checkered quilt with white lace edging that was fondled by the younger sister suffered the same fate. They were literally loved to pieces, or in other words, the sisters knew how to fray.