Part One: Margaret
Depending on who one asked, I was born sick, or I was born cursed.
My father favored the latter, and that’s why he left, I suppose. My mother, on the other hand, had clear childhood memories of her great-aunt, the last such creature before me. Said great-aunt used to walk off into the moonlight in nothing but her nightgown,
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I also liked that, because of the description of the dirty (but not torn) clothes, we can't be sure if the person ever fully transformed into a werewolf, or just became moonstruck and lost herself in lunacy every month.
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Thanks so much!
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I like this line a lot. And I like her a lot (Is she Elizabeth or Margaret? It's unclear whether the chapter headings are narrator names or salutations). She's got that sense of power and immortality and utter lack of self-preservation that teenagers have. It's fun. Stupid, but fun. And (Margaret?) is the sullen girl who is a victim of her emotions. All in all, a fun metaphor for adolescence and deep friendship--a cheerier version of Ginger Snaps when you think about it.
And well done with that particular bit of obscure werewolf cure; I'd never heard of it, but I really love it.
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Ah, nuts! Well, Margaret is the cursed one, Elizabeth is the vanquisher of trees. Names aside, I'm glad their characters came through well --you more or less described them perfectly in this comment.
I'm surprised more people haven't heard that bit of lore! It's made a bit of a resurgence, lately (which is how I even know about it).
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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