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Mandy Hathworne slid her door key into the lock on her apartment door. She turned it and the door opened. Stepping in, she placed her keys on the table and bent down to pet her cat, Kaji. The wall clock displayed 9:30pm. She sighed. She had gone in to work early and left late. She was so tired. Opening the freezer, she took out a frozen SingleMeal™ Fettuccini Alfredo and popped into the microwave. Kaji hopped on to the counter, and Mandy petted him again. Kaji’s orange tabby form zipped away as he ran into the condo’s living room. The microwave dinged. Mandy went over, got her dinner and walked into the living room. Setting up a tray table, Mandy placed her dinner down and reached under the couch to grab her massaging footbath. Taking it, she went to the kitchen, and filled it with water, bathsalts, and rose essential oil. She went back to the living room and put the footbath under the tray table. Putting her feet in, she turned on her TV to The X-Files reruns. Her cat snuggled into her lap and she sighed deeply. Now she was relaxing.

The time was 10:00pm.Her show being over, she tossed her dinnerware (The fork had been plastic too) and emptied the foot bath, which she slid under the couch again. She took off her clothes and put on her bathrobe. Stepping into her bedroom, Kaji waiting, she slipped under the covers, put on the news on her bedroom TV, volume low, on sleep, and relaxed more. Kaji purred and Mandy smiled. Mandy could hear someone’s footsteps in the hall. Some wretch coming in late, she thought. But then she heard a key turn in her lock and the door open. She froze. Kaji ran out of the room. Quickly shutting the TV off, she slid out of bed and grabbed the heavy Tiffany floor lamp in the corner. The person walked through the living room. Mandy scurried to the door of her room. The person walked in. Mandy clobbered the intruder with the lamp and looked down at them. The lamp fell from her hands. Anger, horror, shock, and love surged through her. All she said, though, was “Vera.”

Vera Hathworne sat on the street a few blocks away. The large Times Square-esque clock in Combativo Plaza displayed 9:30pm. Vera laughed and drank from a bottle of champagne that now held cheap swill. She had just been kicked out of the hole in the wall she called a home. Ha! She needed a place to stay. Ha! She had nowhere. HA! A thought struck her. The laughter stopped. Slowly she dragged her ragged form to a telephone booth on the corner. Vera pawed through it until she saw the address she wanted. 333 Ivy Terrace, Floor 3, Apt.1. Ugh. Oh, well, she could sneak in and be gone by morning. She had a sneaking suspicion as to where the spare key was…

Vera stood outside Mandy’s condominium door. It had taken her 35 minutes to find it. Lifting the wall mounted mailbox off of its perch, she took one of the three spare keys on the back off and put it in the keyhole. Mandy was so predictable. Vera tiptoed into the kitchen. The wall clock said 10:05. An orange tabby cat hopped onto the kitchen table. That must be Kanji, thought Vera. She walked through the living room. Nice place, she thought. She curiously stepped into the bedroom. Something slammed her in the head, and she was out.

“Oh, my god.” Mandy gasped. She looked at Vera unconscious on her floor. The emotion of care took hold and Mandy dragged Vera’s five eleven frame onto the couch, then turned on the lights. She hurried into the kitchen, and then wet a facecloth and positioned it on Vera‘s forehead. Vera opened her eyes.”Hello, sis.” She smiled feebly. Mandy smiled very briefly, but then scowled. “What the hell are you doing here? No, more importantly, how the hell did you get in?” she demanded. Vera sighed “Pick one.” she said, putting a hand to her forehead. “Answer both!” Mandy yelled. “Okay “Vera sighed. “You always kept your keys behind the mailbox, and I looked you up in a phone directory.” Mandy glared.”Why.” Not a question, a statement. Why. “I have no place. They kicked moi-męme out.” Vera put a failed pretentious air on. Mandy frowned. ‘Shocking.” Vera frowned.” Ha, so hilarious. C’mon, I need a place to stay.” Kaji jumped on Vera.” Hi, Kanji.”She cooed. “It’s Kaji.” Said Mandy icily. “Whatever,” Vera said, exasperated”You gonna let me stay, or what?” Mandy sighed. Why was she here? Why was she about to let her stay? She sighed again, this time more heavily. Because she was weak, that’s why. “Fine, but you’re sleeping on the bedroom floor.” “The bed room floor is hardwood. Can’t I sleep on the couch?” Vera pined. “No.” said Mandy flatly. “Carpeted floor?” “Not a chance.” Mandy, still cold, said “Take it or leave it.” Vera sighed. “Fine.” she grumbled. Oh, well, she could just sneak out onto the couch once Mandy drifted off. They went into the bedroom and to Vera’s horror Mandy locked the door and put the key on her necklace. “I know you, Vera,” said Mandy. “You’ll just sneak out if I don’t stop you.” Vera stared. “We’ve changed, haven’t we?” Mandy whirled around.” Yeah, well, betrayal will do that, won’t it?” she snapped. “Goodnight!” Vera lay down as Mandy got in bed. Soon they both were asleep, but not before they both thought about the past.

Morning came, sunny and promising. Mandy got up when her alarm clock sounded at 6:30. Letting Vera sleep and also realizing the inconsistency of her passive-aggressive behavior, she got up to make her and Vera breakfast. Kaji bounded into her bedroom and she heard Vera mutter “Off.” Mandy smiled, but it stopped quickly. Vera came into the kitchen. Under the harsh light of day, Vera’s attire was atrocious, it being a ragged overcoat that smelled like some unidentifiable alcohol, no footwear, and an old looking dress that was stained and was actually comprised of curtains. Vera hadn’t lived well. Mandy gaped. Vera looked at her. “What?” Mandy looked at her again. “What do you mean what? Your clothes, that’s what.” Vera looked down at herself. “Right.” Vera grimaced. “Okay,” Mandy said as she leaned against the counter, “The plan is we’ll go get you a new wardrobe, and then we’ll job-hunt. Here are your waffles.” Vera ate hungrily. Between bites she said” Thanks, but you’re pretty passive-aggressive, you know that?” Mandy frowned. “Shut up!” she snapped. Vera snorted. A silent, uneventful hour later, they were walking on the promenade across from the shopping district, studying stores from a distance. Vera surveyed the stores, dressed in only Mandy’s overcoat and her underwear. “No way am I going into these froufrou boutiques. These styles don’t suit me. Actually, I don’t see how they suit anyone.” Mandy glared. “Shut up. I’m doing you a favor.” She snapped. “You can go into heavy metals and punk rocking stores if you wish, although I don’t see why.” Vera smiled sarcastically. “I don’t see whyyyy.” she mimicked, making the why last a full five seconds. ”Oh!” she whirled to face Mandy. “It’s heavy metal and punk rock, dork!” Mandy glared. “You know what?!? If you don’t like it, you can leave!” Vera sighed and looked away, almost sorry. Almost. They didn’t speak again until they got to Angst, the up-and-coming punk/Goth/heavy metal/rock/I’m so depressed my life sucks lifestyle store, which barely fit on their sign. Vera walked in smiling, Mandy with a scowl. All these “depressed” Goths, she thought. More like repressed. They think they’re individuals. Newsflash: you’re as “individual” as the other 8,000 people who shop here, retards. Mope about that! Vera looked at Mandy’s angry face and frowned, misinterpreting its meaning. I didn’t mean to hurt you, she thought .I needed the cash, that’s it! Vera immediately walked toward a rack of things like corsets and hot pants. Mandy shook her head. “Ok, I can’t take this. I’m gonna go to Starbooks and I’ll meet you there.” Vera waved her away. “Fine.” Mandy shook her head. Same old Vera. Is that necessarily a good thing, though? For that matter, is it bad? She looked at her twin once more before departing, wondering the answer.