No one could ever convince Glenda that she was just too mean to her sister at times. She always felt that any reaction she had to Belinda's smothering version of affection was most certainly justified. Prime example: She wished anyone luck in not screaming and cussing when they were suddenly pounced in the shower. It was like Psyco, but instead of a killer with a knife on the other side of the curtain, it was a cuddly and lovable version of herself. She'd rather face the killer any day. Sure, she heard Belinda's wish to surprise her, but that did little to dampen her embarrassment or anger. "Yeah, but at least wait til I'm fucking clothed," Glenda sneered into her hands as she rinsed soap away from her face. She never could have asked for her sister to be more like her, but maybe a little more normal? Would that have killed whatever God there was? Oh yes, Glenda believed though it was contrary to her image. Somebody had to have a sense of humor when they paired her up with a twin like Belinda.
She finished her shower in peace albeit a very flustered sort of peace. She wrapped a towel tightly around herself before she stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom she used to share with her sister. She couldn't hide the scowl that was painted across her face when she saw that Glenda was sitting on the spare bed. Yes, it was the spare bed, but Glenda had taken to using it rather than almost banging her head on the bottom of the top bunk. Of course, she didn't have nearly enough time for the scowl to really settle into her features because Belinda was already up and squeezing another hug out of her. "Jesus Christ, Bee." Glenda's voice was exasperated and she half heartedly returned the gesture with one arm while the other held onto her towel. "Hey, hello. Now can I get dressed?" She ducked out of Belinda's embrace and walked over to the closet. She opened the door and positioned it so that it was between her and her sister while she dressed herself. It was while she was pulling a shirt over her head that she noticed the four-legged animal in the room.
"What the fuck is that?" She sputtered. "And how much did Mom flip when she saw it?"