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Lisa leaned against the kitchen counter eating the last chocolate turtles candy. Her eyes closed as she let the caramel, chocolate, and pecans rush her taste buds, uttering an mm for the satisfying taste.

Ray entered from the living room in his usual content demeanor, acknowledging Lisa while aiming toward her to the kitchen cabinet for a snack. He frowned as he pulled out an empty bag of chocolate turtles.

"Lisa, what is this?" he asked rhetorically, slapping his hand over the bag a few times to emphasize its emptiness.

Lisa observed and answered slowly, "...a bag… that is a bag, Ray. Maybe tomorrow we can go over shapes and colors."

"I know what it is!" he said in frustration. "You know, I'm the one paying for groceries. It would be nice if something was saved for me."

Lisa grabbed the empty bag to look inside. She exclaimed, "Hey, there are still some crumbs inside here."

She then tilted her head back, allowing the minuscule chocolate crumbs and pecans to fall into her mouth.

"Really, Lisa?" Ray folded his arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ray," she licked her lips excessively in an attempt to catch every chocolate crumb that missed her mouth. "You know this is all your fault."

"My fault?! How is this my fault?"

"What kind of jerk buys one bag of candy for a house with five mouths?"

Her question left Ray puzzled, "Five? Lisa, there's only four of us."

"Little Ray begs to differ."

Ray sighed in response, shaking his head at the thought of a cat eating his chocolate candy.

Opening Theme Song:

Sister, sister

Talk about a two-way twister

Shaking up the family tree

With sibling synchronicity

Sister, sister

Never knew how much I missed ya

Now that everybody knows

I ain't ever gonna let you go

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Sister, sister

Never knew how I missed ya

Now that everybody knows

I ain't ever gonna let you go

Sister, sister

Tamera collapsed on her bed after a long day of walking. Ray had taken the girls to an outlet mall where he treated them to a gift of their choosing. There were price restrictions on what they could choose which is why neither of the twins picked out an outfit or a pair of shoes. Tamera couldn't stop thinking how odd her sister was for selecting a book. This was something she brought to Tia's attention during the car ride back home. Tamera looked over to her sister who was on the bed across from her reading.

"Hey, Tia, enjoying your book?" she grinned in denial that any type of pleasure could be derived from reading.

"Actually I am, Tamera," she turned to her sister, "Wanna sit next to me so we can read together?"

"What is the book about again?"

Tia replied enthusiastically, "It explores the complexities of a young modern society being initially exposed to the world of print."

"Pass. Sorry, Tia, the only time I'm interested in books is when I need something to lay my head on in class."

This did not come as a surprise considering Tia knew her sister was not the reading type, "Well, are you enjoying your gift?"

Tamera leaped from her bed before sitting hard on a pink whoopee cushion that produced an offensive noise similar to a fart sound. This made Tamera laugh hysterically, "You tell me, Tia."

Tia smiled in response.

Tamera caught hold of her breath and blew into the whoopee cushion for some more laughs.

After a while, Tia was further into her book resting comfortably on the bed with her legs stretched out and crossed while Tamera was looking through a Word Up! Magazine. The cover page had the rapper Da Brat and a few other well-known artists such as Aaliyah, Queen Latifah, and Immature. Tamera could spend hours looking through pictures of celebrities, but lately, she had an obsession with eyebrows, particularly well-arched ones. An obsession inspired by flipping through magazine pages and seeing airbrushed ads.

"Tia, do you think my dad will let me get my eyebrows arched?"

"Yea, when you're 20."

"I can't wait that long!" Tamera pouted and rose to her feet.

"Where are you going?"

"Gonna ask if I can get my eyebrows arched tomorrow at the salon," she left the room for a while.

Tia could not properly hear the conversation for the walls were thick. The house was incomparable to where she and her mother Lisa use to live. Their apartment had thin walls where sound could easily travel and holes that rodents scattered to at the flip of a light switch. It was not in the best part of town and was never considered home, just a place they rested their heads. Ray's house offered a strong sense of security being in a suburban neighborhood. The house had a pleasant odor that seemed to align with the seasons; a scent of fresh flowers in the Spring and sweet cinnamon in the month of December. These fragrances were the product of scented candles. It was a breath of fresh air for Tia, literally.

Tamera returned to the bedroom with a sullen expression, but even Tia had to ask:

"Well, what did he say?"

"He said not until I'm 20."

"See, told ya!"

Tamera hated when her sister was right, which was most of the time.

"Well…" Tamera pondered, smiling mischievously before her sister noticed.

"Tamera, I know that look!"

"What do you mean?"

"You're thinking about arching your own eyebrows, which is a bad idea."

"Wow…" Tamera said, genuinely impressed, "You really got this twin thing pinned down."

"Tamera, you're not a professional. I think I'm gonna have to agree with your dad on this one, just wait until you're an adult. Your eyebrows are fine- our eyebrows are fine," she reassured.

"Tia, this isn't about you. I'm my own individual person. I just wanna try something different and have been thinking about this for a while… like, a week."

"Okay…"

"Okay… so, are you gonna help me?"

"Tamera, no."

"Well, fine! I know what I'm doing anyway," she headed back to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To get the duct tape, duh!"

To be continued...