San Myshuno Central Hospital, December 2016
Remy: Hey hey pretty lady. Thought you’d be sleeping.
Lala happy: My love! No, I’m not as sleepy any more. Allison was here. She only just left. We talked about so much, Remy.
Remy wary: Ah. You talked. About what?
Lala: About her being my sister, silly, what do you think? She asked about Mami and my family. I felt so bad telling her the truth.
Remy: That your mom is a crazy b*tch? Hey…now I know where Allie gets it from.
Lala: Don’t you dare speak that way, Remy. Allison is my sister. You don’t like it. Why?
Remy: I don’t care no way, actually. I think it’s creepy as f*ck, but life is like that. But I don’t want to talk about it. Today is your sonogram, right?
Lala nods: Yes. And tomorrow is my transfusion and then one more week of observation and I’m out of here. I’m so glad.
Remy: I’m glad too. Once you get released, we look for our own place.
Lala softly: But I don’t want to leave the penthouse, Remy. I want to stay with Allison.
Remy firm: No. Not happening. We’re moving out.