Part I: BREN HATES HAVING A TWIN, SOMETIMES
“You ALWAYS get to choose Christmas presents first.”
“Nuhnhuh. You just don’t use your brain to advantage.”
Eight-year-old Barb and Bren slapped at each other as only twins do: just enough to really hurt but not draw blood.
“Look, I saw four packages: two small ones and two larger ones. I’ll let you choose the first two.”
Bren rubbed the fresh bruise where Barb kicked her.
“Deal, not that I trust you.”
Bren chose the two biggest packages: two sets of woolly gray mittens.
However, Barb opened two lovely golden bracelets.
She smiled, not even feeling guilty.
Bren felt identically.
Part II: BREN AND BARB: 25 YEARS FOR PAYBACK
“You look, uh, ‘tight,’” Bren said assessing Barb. “Sober,’ Barb defended, pouting. “Nooooo,” Bren looked closer. “You’re not pouting!, You’ve had your lips done! And an eye tuck and Botox!” she chimed.
“Thirty can inspire. SOoooo, MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Barb handed her twin a cashier’s check. “More of the same for you!”
Barb held her sister’s hand warmly. Then Bren saw the amount on the check. “Why so much,Barb?”
“Oh, boobs, but just a “C.”
"Oh I get it, I got mistaken for you in the tabs. I could use some new duds, Barb. You’ve got an image to uphold."