Rosamund Lupton - Sister

As I lost consciousness, I talked to you.

I said, “An unborn baby doesn’t need air at all, did you know that?” I thought you probably didn’t. When I was pregnant with Jenny, I found out everything I could, but you were too impatient for her to arrive to bother with her prologue. So you don’t know that an unborn baby, swimming around in amniotic fluid, can’t take a breath or she would drown. There aren’t any temporary gills so that she can swim, fishlike, until birth. No, the baby gets her oxygen from the umbilical cord attached to her mother. I felt like an oxygen supply attached to a tiny, intrepid diver.

But the moment she was born, the oxygen supply was cut off and she entered the new element of air. There was a moment of silence, a precipitous second, as if she stood on the edge of life, deciding. In the old days, they used to slap the baby to hear the reassuring yell of lungs filled with air. Nowadays, they look closely to see the minute rise of a baby-soft chest and listen to the whispering—in and out—to know that life in the new medium of air has begun.

And then I cried and you cheered—actually cheered!—and the baby equipment trolley was wheeled out, no need for that now. A normal delivery. A healthy infant. To join all the billions of others on the planet who breathe, in and out, without thinking about it.

The next day your sister sent me a bouquet of roses with gypsophila, known as “baby’s breath,” sprays of pretty white flowers. But a newborn baby’s breath is finer than a single parachute from a blown dandelion clock.

You told me once that when you lose consciousness, the last of the senses to go is hearing. In the darkness I thought I heard Jenny take a dandelion-clock breath.

ROSAMUND LUPTON has worked for many years as a scriptwriter. She lives with her husband and two sons in London. This is her first novel.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2010 by Rosamund Lupton

Excerpt from Afterwards copyright © 2011 by Rosamund Lipton.

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Crown Publishers, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

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Originally published in paperback in Great Britain by Piatkus Books, an imprint of Little, Brown Book Group, a Hachette UK Company, London, in 2010. Published by arrangement with Piatkus, an imprint of Little, Brown Book Group UK.

The verse on this page is from “In the Bleak Midwinter” by Christina Rossetti (1830–1894). The verse on this page is from “Sleep, Baby Sleep” (traditional).

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Lupton, Rosamund.

Sister : a novel / Rosamund Lupton. — 1st American ed.

p. cm.

1. Sisters—Fiction. 2. Sisters—Death—Fiction. 3. Murder—Investigation—Fiction. I. Title.

PR6112.U77S57 2011

823′.92—dc22 2010025327

eISBN: 978-0-307-71653-8

Jacket design by Laura Duffy

Jacket photography by ML Harris/Getty Images

This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming Afterwards by Rosamund Lupton. This excerpt has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition.

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