"To the elsewhere," she said. "To where lost things come to sleep. Or maybe to a town that doesn't look like ours. Either way, I can't be what they want and still be me."
Older sisters often seem to have "magic" knowledge or secrets the younger siblings haven't mastered yet. i raf you big sister is a witch
But the world outside names were less forgiving. “Big sister is a witch” had been whispered long enough in shadowed corners of school corridors and over backyard fences that Raf had started to believe the shape of it. It wasn’t the predictable witch from storybook shelves—no pointed hat, no broom left leaning against the shed. Mina did know herbs and how to stitch a hem into a nearly invisible seam. She kept a jar of basil on her windowsill and a line of paper cranes suspended across her doorframe. She could fix a radio with a paperclip and knew, without asking, when Raf was pretending to sleep so the lights stayed on. "To the elsewhere," she said
