Glenda refrained from telling her sister that generally moving away from her was not an invitation for her to move in closer. At this point, she was too sleepy to start an argument with Belinda. Not to mention, she just didn’t think that anyone could tell Belinda not to sit too close. She shook her head, exhaling through her nose. “Bee, that shit is fucked. Did you tell Mom about the strap?” She was sure she knew the answer; if their mother knew the efforts Belinda went through to ensure her own safety, she would have crossed the whole country on foot just to bring the younger twin back home. “Some goddamned friends you’ve got,” she added, under her breath. They were so close, though, she was sure Belinda heard her.
“Mhm, I’m sure.” The grin was wry, but it was still there. Hell, she knew she was pretty good with taking care of Belinda when she started sleepwalking. She was not someone to brag or boast about it; it might mislead people into thinking that she actually gave two shits about her sister. At Belinda’s question, Glenda didn’t immediately speak. Her lips twisted into a sort of frown and she dragged her tongue across her teeth as she thought about how to respond. A hand came up and she rubbed her nose slightly and shrugged. “Probably in a couple of weeks. We don’t have anything regular going on. Most of the time, we go over to Anywhere But Here when they don’t have a band lined up or they need an opening gig. Nine times out of ten, they call us when they don’t want to do karaoke.” Her laugh was bitter. “Surprisingly, we’re better than the rest of the town when they’re guzzling liquor.”
“Where’s your oversized hamster?” She asked, changing the subject.