“Pack your things, sister dear.  It seems you've been bought.”

Thana placed the ruby-red gova fruit into the bowl on the wooden table with a thunk.  Confusion filled her eyes as she looked up at her older sister.  Enida stared back at her, smugly, with hands on her hips.  

“What?” Thana whispered as she placed a hand on her chest.

Each breath struggled for freedom from her lungs.  She licked her lips nervously as her older sister's eyes darkened with mirth.  Enida laughed . . .