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10:37 am, Saturday, April 6th, 2013
”Sometimes, I really don’t get you at all.” Mariana accused her brother as she searched the living room for her cell phone.
”What? What’d I do this time?” Jesus asked as he got up from the couch to get out of her way.
”Oh, you know what you did.” Mariana replied distractedly, kneeling down to look between the cushions. ”Don’t bother denying it.”
Jesus sighed. ”You know, fine, whatever. Be that way.” He turned and walked towards the kitchen, intent on finding chips or something.
Mariana made a loud aggrieved sort of groan. ”Sometimes having a brother is just so impossible.” She lamented to herself and the empty room as she got down on her hands and knees to look under the couch next, having had no luck upturning the couch cushions.
”I heard that, you know.” Jesus called out from the other room.
”Good!” Mariana called back throwing a pillow in the general direction of the kitchen, lamenting that there was no chance it would actually hit her target. Usually, she and her twin got along fine, really great even, you know? The last week though, he just kept doing things. Annoying things. This was just the latest. And he seemed to be just completely determined to act all oblivious boy about all of them. Really annoying.
The phone wasn’t under the couch. She felt tired all of the sudden and sat against the couch on the floor and laid her head back on the askew couch cushion. ”Life is so unfair.”
Footsteps next and Mariana looked over to see one of her moms come into view. ”Oh, hey mom.”
”Hey yourself.” Stef Foster replied, coming over and moving the coffee table out of the way a little so she could sit cross-legged on the floor next to where her daughter was. ”So, I’m sensing there’s a problem of some kind? Or did you just decide that you want to be the Tasmanian Devil when you grow up and this is all your less than subtle way of practicing for the day you encounter Bugs Bunny in real life?”
Mariana giggled a little. ”Sometimes I forget how you’re good at jokes.” She said, raising her head from the couch cushion and sitting up straighter. ”I’m sorry, about, you know. This.” Mariana told her, feeling kind of sheepish all of the sudden and realizing she might have taken her phone search just a little too far.