None of us went to church, so we had a lot of time to watch them, the two parents leached of color, like photographic negatives, and then the five glittering daughters in their homemade dresses, all lace and ruffle, bursting with their fructifying flesh.
The narrator reflects on a childhood experience, noting that his family did not attend church, which granted them ample time to observe a particular family. They were captivated by the striking contrast between the drab parents and their vibrant daughters, who stood out in their homemade dresses. This imagery evokes a sense of longing and fascination with youth and beauty.
The five sisters are portrayed as almost ethereal, brimming with life...
