*********A/N – So this is how I mourn. I find a way to bring some humor into my life. Hopefully I can make a few people giggle along.
Ch 2 – Francie and Clancie
Another day, another dollar – or it may be more fitting to say, another night, and another opportunity to find out what really goes on in the "real world". It's close to midnight, and the full moon is on my mind. I could go into detail with the positioning of the moon, and the affect it has on people, but I won't. I've got a job to do here. I will say, that it's usually on a full moon that I meet the most interesting people. Hoping to relax, I pop in my Purple Rain CD and listen to the ambiguous one as he tweaks and croons.
As I near the pick-up location of my next fare, I have a feeling that tonight isn't going to be any different. My next couple, from afar, appears to be as different as night and day, one completely dressed in black and the other dressed in mostly white. Extreme opposite in dress could mean the same in personality and demeanor. As I draw near to the curb, stopping to let them enter my cab, I notice my initial observation is incorrect.
"Good evening, ladies." I greet them as they enter the rear. Taking an extended glance, I take in both of their features. Both women, black females in their late twenties, are equally attractive. That could be due to the eeriness of them looking exactly the same. Now with the combination of the full moon, I pray this isn't some sort of omen. I mean, I've known many sets of twins and I've always been good at finding the differences, but with these two I find the similarities uncanny.
"Where to?" When I look in the rearview mirror, I see one immediate difference. The black one, I mean the one in black, has a menacing look in her eyes as she spies her twin. Both of them are quiet for a minute and don't speak until I start my meter. Time is money, they say.
Finally my action brings the one in black to speak. "How about the nearest body of water."
When she speaks, the one in white rolls her eyes. "And you're supposed to be a professional."
"Oh, you'll see how professional I am when I'm done." The one in black seethes through clenched teeth, and then looks the one in white up and down. "Well maybe you won't."
Okay, usually when people first enter my cab, I get a vibe of what their underlying issue is. With these two, and the way their conversation is beginning, I have no clue. Wanting to go to the nearest body of water, and talking about being a professional. The only thing that comes to mind is a baptism, but at midnight? So as usual, I start my line of questions, which really come easy this time for I'm extremely curious about these two.
"So, are you two close?" The rumors about twins having a second sense about the other usually rings true, but my question is asked in hopes of finding out details.
The one in white laughs, a chuckle really. "Hardly, we just met tonight." The tone in her voice is bitter.
Twins separated at birth, how interesting. Even though this isn't the first time I've run into this situation before, I sense something different about this reunion. It's definitely not a happy one.
"There's no way that you can pull off being me for long. They're going to find out, and probably not too soon after." The one in white crosses her arms across her chest, still upset by this. "Especially when it comes to him."
So my power of deduction is leading me to think they're pulling off some sort of 'Parent Trap' thing. Loved that movie when I was younger, it always amazed me how Hayley Mills could look so different from herself with just a different length of hair. But I digress. If they want to get their parents back together, this probably isn't the way. Who am I to tell them though?
"We'll see," the one in black spats back.
"Yeah, we'll see when you forget to put the secret ingredient in my Alfredo Sauce he enjoys so much." The one in white smirks in what appears to be a minor victory.
The one in black looks unstrung by that comment and narrows her eyes at her twin. If looks could kill, someone would be no longer here. I'm feeling a little nervous now. This is way more intense than I first thought. I open my mouth to ask another question, but they seem to have forgotten I'm here.
"He might like my sauce better, did you ever think of that?" The one in black verbally slaps her.
The one in white looks at the other, another look of obvious detest between the two. She doesn't speak though. She just sits there, eyeing her twin. Maybe it's not the parents that are to be fooled, the matter seems to be a little closer to the heart. Boyfriend swapping?
After a few moments, the one in white takes her eyes away from her twin and stares out the window. "Wanker," she quietly speaks.
"Did you just call me a wanker?" The one in black scoffs.
"I did." The one in white's voice is raised. "With as stuffy as you seem, I'm sure you're from overseas. Shit, you're probably white too."
Whoa, did I miss something? I know what a good tan looks like, and can guarantee that the complexion these two have does not have anything to do with the sun. There's no way they're white.
"Well none of that matters now, I'm you and that my friend, is the final word." The one in black revels in her victory.
"Hmph. I'm still not telling you what's in my Alfredo Sauce."
The one in black, eyes her sister again, this time with a coldness I've not seen in a normal person. "I am so going to kill you now."
With that statement, I stop the car. I have yet to have someone die in my cab, and will do everything I can to prevent it. Besides, I heard blood and brain is real hard to get out of the interior and even with my vast connections, I have yet to come across someone that does work similar to The Wolf in Pulp Fiction.
After denying payment from the black one, I mean the white one wearing black, and making sure the white one, I mean the black one wearing white – God I need a drink – gets out safely, I punch the pedal, screeching my tires away from the curb and not taking one look back. I take a moment to turn up the purple one again, as he sings The Beautiful Ones, love that song, and come to a final decision. Full moon's – I'm asking for the day off next time.