Lala gives the phone back to her sister and turns away from her. The sun breaks through the clouds, bathing the terrace in a warm morning glow. A breeze flows over the terrace, and it lifts Allison’s perfume into the air. Allie’s perfume was a fragrant scent Lala had grown to love. It was sharp and sweet and cold…all the things that Allison was on the inside. The day was beautiful, her sister was beautiful, and Lala wondered how so much darkness could exist in a world that also held so much beauty.
Lala: I have the worse luck. Falling deeply in love with horrible people.
Allison: You can’t help who you love. But if they hurt you so deeply, then you need to remove them from your life.
Lala: That’s very true. Allie, please give me back my recipes. And my pregnancy test.
Allison gasps. How had she been so stupid as to not put the test back?
Allison stutters: I don’t know what you mean.