Libby was just getting to the part where she had tried to make an appointment with Andy in New York and been turned away when Angie who had still been sleeping came in to see what was going on. She walked cautiously through the door, no doubt apprehensive as to whether all the talking going on was about her and then she looked around and in a very Porter like manner let the first thought that popped into her head fall out of her mouth.

“Holy ***** I thought I was seeing double, you two are like the same.”

Libby looked at Angie and after a few seconds guffawed in a laugh that like Andy’s used her whole body. The rest of the room joined in, even Andy, who as we were all becoming increasingly aware was struggling with some internal battle, bought about by this situation.

Angie blushed and apologised for her outburst before coming to sit between Bette and I.

“Well I wondered how long it would be before someone said it, and yeah I guess I can see the similarities. But you know you can tell that it is me because to be frank I am just more attractive. Unless of course you like that whole physical perfection thing that Andy has going on.”

Libby joked and I could see that it was an old and familiar routine even after a few years as Andy spoke for the first time since asking to hear about her sister.

“Well I can’t deny I do work the whole perfection thing but anyone who looks as much like me as you do has got to be pretty damn hot so I shouldn’t worry about it Lib you’ll do fine, as a hint though I’d loose the red hair.”

They bartered back and forth and the atmosphere lightened for a while. Then Peggy bought us back with a jolt to the question that had been gratefully put off by my daughters frank out burst.

————Rachel———

She still had not looked me in the eye and I was glad in a way when Peggy bought us back to the reason Libby was here.

“Fun as this is ladies I would sure like to know what you are planning to do about the poor little child, how can we get her out of there?”