“Mama!” Celine wailed. “I don’t understand, Mama! Why do they hate me?”

Celine pet Zoe’s hair, trying to hold her own tears in. “Because they’re jealous, chère. Of our beauty and strength.”

Zoe’s wails tapered off a little at a time, replaced by a pout that made Celine proud. “I hate them, Mama, I hate them! All they care about are those stupid boys!”

Celine stroked her hair lovingly. “I know. But… you know, the boys aren’t stupid. They’re… they’re really quite pretty.”

Zoe pulled back from her mother with a gasp. “You’re one of them! One of those… Eskimos!”