“Your sister came after me," Jack says. "Halloway got her riled up or something.""My sister?" Graham repeats. "My sister, Ellie?""No, the sister you keep locked in the attic," I say.”

“Why wouldn't you talk to us Little Sister? "I tried," Little Sister says. "I did. But my voice was lost in sadness.”

“Give her to me.” Turning away with his prize, Lock shook his head. “No. Get your own cat.” “She’s my sister.”

“I'm her sister," I say. "Caroline Taylor,”

“I am completely happy. My sister is here, and because my sister is here I am somehow more me.”

“Grandmother pointed out my brother Perry, my sister Sarah, and my sister Eliza, who stood in the group. I had never seen my brother nor my sisters before; and, though I had sometimes heard of them, and felt a curious interest in them, I really did not understand what they were to me, or I to them. We were brothers and sisters, but what of that? Why should they be attached to me, or I to them? Brothers and sisters were by blood; but slavery had made us strangers. I heard the words brother and sisters, and knew they must mean something; but slavery had robbed these terms of their true meaning.”