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Chapter 7

Francine looked at her sister’s smiling face and put up her hand to stop the verbal barrage she knew was coming. “Don’t say one word. Nothing happened.” Francine returned to her desk and haphazardly began to move papers around.

“I wasn’t going to say a thing,” Farrah said as she entered the office and took the seat in front of her sister’s desk.

“I mean...he started to kiss me,” she continued. “At least, I think he was going to kiss me.”

Farrah’s eyebrow shot up. “You think? If you don’t know, it really has been too long.”

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. It didn’t happen, and it’s not going to.” Francine sat down, put her head in her hands and shook it.

“Are you upset about what almost happened or what didn’t happen?” Farrah questioned.

Francine gave her a noncommittal shrug.

“Look at me, Francine,” Farrah commanded.

Francine raised her head and slowly dropped her hands to her desk, giving her baby sister her undivided attention.

“Do you remember that summer when we were six and Meeks was thirteen? It was the first summer we spent with him and Matt at the beach house.”

“Of course I do,” she said, smiling at the memory.

“Do you remember how we tried to play tricks on them by switching our identity? Our eyes were still basically the same color, so besides Mom, Dad and Mary, no one could tell us apart.”

“No one but Meeks,” Francine offered.

“No, he could always tell you apart from me and Felicia. No matter what we did,” Farrah said, crossing her arms. “It was like you two were connected or something. We tried to trick him every summer until we were eleven, the summer before he left for college.”

Francine smiled. “He did always know which one was me, didn’t he?” she murmured to herself.

“Remember our eighteenth birthday party?” Farrah asked with a raised eyebrow. “Meeks spent most of the night staring at you and giving warning glares to anyone that danced too long or close to you.”