“What do you want, Jolene?” LaMesha asked with a grumble.
“I just wanted to say hi, um, how’s your twin?” Jolene asked. Her cherry-colored curly hair bounced as she spoke; her buck teeth showed as she smiled.
“He’s ok,” LaMesha said.
“That is absolutely amazing and dandy to hear, so how are you then?”
“I’m ok.”
LaMesha’s headache grew as she was forced to look at Jolene’s face. They were a year apart, but she struggled to see it personally. LaMesha stared at Jolene with her vacant eyes—every second felt like an eternity; the solitariness of earlier was now long gone. LaMesha turned as she found an opening for escape—but Jolene spoke once more.
