Who had known they talked so much, held so many opinions, jabbed at the world’s sights with so many fingers? Between our sporadic glimpses of the girls they had been continously living developing in ways we couldn’t imagine, reading every book on the bowdlerized family bookshelf. Somehow, too, they’d kept up dating etiquette, through television or observation at school, so that they knew how to keep the conversation flowing or fill awkward siliences.