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“Not now, Henri. I’m busy.” It’s a tone I’ve never heard before. I hug her.
“Breathe, baby.”
“I’m breathing fine. What do you want?” There’s that tone again. I’m without
a doubt the cause of her irritation.
“We should talk,” I admit extending the olive branch.

“Funny, that sounds like something you should have said a few weeks
ago,” she volleys emphasizing the time I said I started house hunting.
She wiggles out of my embrace and slams the lid on the blender; she presses
blend angrily. Gail peeks in, probably checking on my safety. I motion towards the
blender, and she nods. I grab Sanya’s hand, and she resists until she sees her mother.
Sanya storms to her room, and I follow. I close her door, shutting us off from the
rest of the world.
I sit on her couch while she paces. I decide to try a little humor. “Excuse me
small angry person, may I speak with your twin?”
Her eyes flash with at least eight different names she wants to call me before
she growls in frustration. I used her phrasing against her, and it has the desired
effect. She doesn’t laugh, but she is considerably calmer.
A big part of me hopes her reaction means she doesn’t want to live without me.

That we are meant to be. That we can march into the backyard and announce our
love.
“Do you not want me to move?” I ask getting to the point. She shakes her head.
“It’s not that.” Part of my hope dims.
“I know this is a temporary arrangement.” I wonder if she’s talking about our
living arrangement or our relationship. Whatever we call it. “I just don’t like being
blindsided.”
I pull her into my lap. “It wasn’t my intention to blindside you. I just wanted
to tell you when I narrowed it down. I want your opinion. I just didn’t expect your
dad to brow beat it out of me.”
Sanya laughs a little. I wrap my arms around her waist. I’ve been wanting to
touch her since everyone arrived.
“Why didn’t you tell me from the beginning? It’s not like I’m holding you
hostage. I told you to stay as long as you like. You said okay, then I find out in front
of everyone you are extra serious about moving. It looks like I’m an awful
roommate, and you are sneaking out in the middle of the night.”