Elizabeth was checking her e-mail when the door of the Wakefield’s split level ranch home burst open – and Hurricane Jessica blew in.
“Lizzie! Lizzie! Are you home?” cried Jessica, racing into the sitting room.
“I’m right here, Jess,” said Elizabeth with a smile. “What’s up? Hey!”
For Jessica had flung her arms around her sister and embraced her.
“What’s this in aid of?” said a muffled Elizabeth.
“Nothing,” sighed Jessica, releasing her sister. “It’s just...well, normally when I sleep with men and regret it, I’ve no one to talk to about it. It’s kind of nice to have you back here again.” She smiled at her sister.
Elizabeth smiled back, touched. Her sister hadn’t changed. But then again, neither had she. On the surface, both girls looked exactly alike, from the tops of their blonde wavy heads to the tips of their perfectly tanned toes. They even still wore their matching lavalieres.
But on the inside, the twins couldn’t be more different. Jessica liked parties, flashy clothing, and hot guys. She never dated the same guy twice, and had somehow managed to escape being called a big slapper. Her idea of a good time involved lots of excitement.
Elizabeth was just the opposite. Although she looked exactly like Jessica, she was more likely to wear a pair of sensible chinos than a lime green mini-skirt and florescent pink tights. Although she had, until her exile, liked hanging out with her friends, she had never been one for late nights. And far from dating hundreds of men, there had only been one man for her. Todd Wilkins.
No, wait a second.
Todd..... and Jeffrey.
Elizabeth remembered the joy of their reunion last night. She recalled the way her heart had taken flight after its years of dull captivity. She remembered their sensual dance.
And she remembered that she was going to call him that morning.
But Jessica’s needs came first.
“Okay, Jess,” she said. “What’s up?”
“Please don’t be mad at me, Lizzie,” begged Jessica. “But I slept with ....Bruce Patman!”
“Oh, Jess!” cried Elizabeth, horrified. How had Jessica lowered herself to enter Bruce Patman’s sexual love nest?
“I know, Liz, I know!” cried Jessica. “I don’t know what came over me. It was almost as if I was under some sort of magical spell.”
“Bruce has always had a magical touch with the ladies,” ELizabeth mused. “Maybe he has indeed resorted to the black arts.”
“I don’t really think so, Liz,” said Jessica. “I mean, can you imagine Bruce going to all that trouble? I’ll admit that he can usually get all the women he wants. But me! No way.”
A horrible thought came to Elizabeth.
“Jess, you don’t think he...drugged you?”
“No way, Liz. I was pretty sober. Well, I was a teensy bit merry. But I knew what I was doing. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Well, don’t worry, Jess. it was just a mistake. You won’t do it again.”
“No,” said Jessica, thinking wistfully of the encounter at Miller’s Point. “I guess I won’t.”
Winston Egbert held his breath as he slipped his key into the golden lock on the front door of Fowler Crest.
He had no desire to see his bizarre wife again, but he knew he had to collect some clothing. He had come out last night without even a wallet, and though his parents were delighted to see him, Winston couldn’t expect them to buy him new clothes. All he had was the suit he stood up in.
He had no intention of taking anything valuable; he was leaving behind all the fancy gifts Lila had lavished on him over the years. All he wanted was some clean underwear, a few shirts and a pair of jeans. Oh, and a few of the books Lila had allowed him to keep. He had a medium sized duffel bag, which he was confident would contain all the belongings he wished to take.
He opened the door softly, and crept inside. It was the servant’s day off, so he wasn’t worried about an officious butler coming up to assist him. He just had to hope that Lila wasn’t anywhere around. Witha bit of luck she’d be right up at the top of the house, in the lavish chamber she called the Throne Room. Winston hoped she was.
He walked on tip toe across to the stairs. The lift was quicker, but Lila might notice it going up, so the stairs it was. He had just reached the bottom step, when a weird creature flew at top speed down the stairs, chattering loudly.
“What the hell!” cried Winston. Then he recognised the beast. “Oh no!”
It was Boo Boo, Lila’s strange simian companion. Winston hated the creature, whose blue face made him queasy, as did the strange little waistcoat in which Lila dressed the monkey. It almost looked like some sort of uniform. Worst of all were the wings which grew from Boo Boo’s tiny shoulders. Defying all the laws of physics, Boo Boo could fly perfectly, and that gave Winston the creeps.
“Boo Boo!” came a terrifying roar from upstairs. “What was that noise? Is there an intruder in the house?”
Lila! She was here! Winston knew he had to get out of the house. He turned and made for the door, but Boo Boo blocked his path. The winged monkey flew around Winston’s feet, making movement almost impossible.
And he could hear Lila’s distinctive tread on the stairs.
Terror made him bold.
“Out of my way, Boo Boo!” he cried, giving the monkey a shove. With that, he bolted for the door, scrambling through the door way just as Lila appeared at the top of the landing.
“Winston!” she bellowed. Insinctively, Winston turned back for a moment.
What he saw terrified him.
Lila was wearing a glistening black and white gown, more suitable for evening wear than morning. Her enormous scary eyes were smeared with black eyeliner, and her grotesquely puffed lips were painted a cruel red. Her brown hair was in dissarray, at disturbing odds with her perfect make up. She raised her fists in a gesture of ferocious rage.
“Get him, Boo Boo!” she shrieked.
Winston didn’t turn back. Running faster than he thought possible, he ran for his parent’s car, making it in and slamming the door just before Boo Boo reached the vehicle. The monkey cried out in frustration as Winston screeched out of the driveway.
Winston was safe.
But, he wondered as the car sped back through Sweet Valley, for how long?
To Be Continued....