Chapter 81

We had gotten to her place. It was a tense, long journey. Though it hadn’t been literally long, the tension that followed us overhead hung like an impending doom, waiting for the slightest opportunity to drop. Her abode was a nice, comfortable house. It was like a cottage too, but hers was bigger, and I noticed her porch was a wraparound when we were entering. The colors were stronger, unlike the soft, relaxing mix of colors in Mama Lia’s own. Another personality difference The colors were brilliant and eye-catching. But they both shared an equal love for knitting; I observed the table cover knitted in burnt orange and moss green yarns."You both are so alike yet so different. Both similarities and differences are striking."I commented in slight awe, appreciating the neatness and aesthetic appearance of the home. Mama Lia was neat enough to keep a home running, but Mama Mia’s level of conscientiousness was way above her twin sister’s. I stood in the middle of the well-organized sitti