Myself - Chapter 3 - Part XXI
“So is that why you came?" Helen asked. "For philosophical advice on heaving a twin?”
I looked at Bugsy, then at Helen. “As a matter of fact, no. The reason I came is… is I need practical advice on being a woman.”
Helen’s eyes popped out of her head. “You WHAT?”
I turned to Bugsy again. “Why is it that the one time I’m not joking around, she doesn’t take it as a joke? She was supposed to say, ‘Ha ha, no seriously, Bernie…’ But now she just think I’m crazy.”
“You WHAT?” she repeated.
“You know how I said there were two of me?”
“I do recall. That happened recently, yes?”
“Well, that’s not entirely accurate. There’s a third me, and she’s a girl. We call her Emily.”
Emily then emerged from hiding. Helen again but here hand over her mouth, and stared at Emily.
“I thought Helen was supposed to be unfazed by this,” Bugsy said.
“Oh my…” Helen’s eyes were wide open. “It is you. As a girl. But it’s also… she’s also… oh she looks so familiar. She’s…”
Bugsy, Emily, and I all looked at each other, grinning expectantly.
“She’s Dolley Madison!”

1 Comments:
So, ehem, she thinks that Emily has an affinity for feathered turbans?
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