Abby and Libby were sitting in the Chambers' kitchen, later that day, absentmindedly tossing a bruised apple back and forth.

Delia entered the premises, looking flawless as usual in cut off denim shorts and a sweatshirt two sizes too large for her.

"Delia, I'm surprised to see you in the daytime. Aren't you concerned about the whole turning into a pile of ashes thing?" Abby asked cheerfully.

"How droll, Abby," she muttered.

"Hi Delia," Libby called.

"Hi. How was your night?"

"Warning! Warning!" Abby cried. "Delia's making small talk!"

"My night was fine," Libby replied, looking between the sisters as they glared at each other.

Raising her eyebrows skeptically, Delia said, "Right. You went to a party with Teddy. You look like crap. I'm sorry but you don't seem like the type to find what Teddy probably had in mind to be a good time."

Confused, Abby studied the two of them. Delia's eyes were cold and superior, while Libby's were thoughtful yet burning. "Delia, you amaze me with your ability to make people hate you."

Libby shrugged. "I was upset and I got thrown up on. But it's fine."

"Oh, did he apologize?" Delia asked mockingly. "He'll never screw you over again if he apologized."

"Shut up Delia," Abby snapped.

"I know him, Libby," she said in her obnoxiously calm, confident tone. "You've known him for a week. Don't think you can change him. You don't know him."

"You think you have him figured out? Maybe you should stop assuming things about him. He's got a problem, not some incurable disease."

"You can't just waltz in here and talk like you know everything because you come from a big city," Delia told her.

"Why are you so irritable about Teddy, Delia?" Libby asked, her voice deliberately but uncharacteristically cruel. "Are you the reason why he started drinking?"

Delia's dark eyes flamed. "Go screw yourself." She whirled around and went back upstairs.

"Oh dear," Abby said. "She's going to make a voodoo doll of you and stick pins in it and you'll wake up one morning and be totally deformed. She's a witch, you know."

Libby stared at the staircase, which Delia had stormed up. "Your sister is a bitch. But I shouldn't have said what I did…that was awful of me."

"It's just Delia, she's incapable of having feelings. She's like an android." She stood up. "Come on, let's go to my room and play really loud music to piss her off." They heard heavy footsteps descending down the stairs. "PISS OFF!" she yelled, and then saw it was Chris. "Hello Christopher. How may I pleasure you?"

"I was hoping Andie was already here. I just phoned her because I was bored but she's not home." Chris thought for a moment about what his sister had said. "Pleasure me? Tempting, but no, Abby."

"Well, Andie's not here, but I'm glad you're somewhat happy to see me."

"Where is she?"

Abby threw her hands up in the air. "What am I, her social calendar? I don't know! Get a leash!"

"Hey, did you make Delia mad? She stormed past me and didn't even say good morning. I was offended at first, but then I figured you must have done it."

"Yeah," she said with a faint smile. "You should have been here. I'm bored. Ooh, I know! Let's go find Andie and play with HER!"

Chris sighed. "If I knew where she was, I'd be playing with her, but I'm standing here with you. Your intelligence is incredible, Abby."

"Let's go find her," Libby suggested, going to the door. Being in the same house as Delia made her feel uncomfortable and guilty.

After walking around in search of Andie, they found nothing except a dollar bill in the gutter. They decided to walk back to Libby's house because Abby wanted to see Gage again.

Passing the Duchamp house, they saw Andie walk out the door. They met eyes and Andie blushed.

Abby shouted, "I was beginning to think you'd run off and joined a convent!"

"You better not be becoming a nun!" Chris said. "I have problems with the whole chastity thing as it is!"

Andie hurried down the front steps. "Hi…where are you headed?"

"Wherever she lives," Chris said, pointing to Libby. "What were you doing at Teddy's?"

Shrugging, she replied, "I figured he'd be hung over, so I brought him some…stuff. Like soup!"

"Did he like your soup?" Libby asked.

"I didn't stick around," Andie said quickly.

"Alright. Well. Do you want to come with us?" Chris asked.

"No thanks," she said apologetically.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked, thinking now might be a good time for them to be alone.

Andie shook her head. "No, I'd better go. I should really help my parents at the restaurant."

They all stared at her retreating form. "That was odd," Libby commented. "I didn't know her and Teddy were friends."

"Uh, well, they used to date," Abby said. "Which, sadly, doesn't say a whole lot for Andie's taste in guys."

"Hey, Andie's taste in guys includes me!" Chris said defensively.

"Yes, thus proving my point." She grinned up at him lovingly.

Up in Libby's room later, Abby asked eagerly, "Guess what day it is!"

"November!" Libby guessed.

"Well, you're awfully dense, aren't you?" Chris said, smiling.

"Right. Anyway. It's Five Days Before Thanksgiving!"

"I can hardly restrain myself," Chris said.

"I already HAD Thanksgiving! I'm still trying to digest THAT!" Libby cried. "You damn Yankees!"

Tabitha burst into the room, growling, "Alright, you little dip shit, what did you do with my underwear?" She froze when she saw Abby and Chris in the room as well. "Umm…rather…"

Chris smiled brightly at her. "Tabitha! Come in, tell me about life!"

"I think my sister kidnapped the contents of my unmentionables drawer," she said, a blush spreading across her face.

Libby grinned. "Whoever this sister is you speak of, she most certainly did not throw any unmentionables out the window. This I know."

"LIBBY!" Tabitha shrieked, running to their window and looking down. "There's nothing there."

"I didn't say WHICH window I didn't throw anything out of," she said coolly.

Three minutes later, Tabitha came back, looking upset.

Libby shrugged. "I SAID I didn't throw it out the window."

Before Tabitha could attack, Mrs. St. Peter poked her head in the room, looking evil. "Where is your brother?"

"The little one or the big one?" Tabitha asked.

"Big messy one," she replied. "He needs to clean his room before I attack it with a garbage bag."

"I do not know the whereabouts of my brother," she said.

"Sucker," she muttered, going down the hall.

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Your mom is scary."

"GAGE!"

"SWEET! Gage's in shit, let's go watch!" Libby said excitedly. They piled into the hall while Gage appeared from the basement and made his way past them into his room.

"Yes Mommy?" he said in his good little boy voice.

Mrs. St. Peter demanded, "Why the HELL are there panties under your bed?"

"How did those get there?" he wondered innocently. "Those aren't mine…"

"My brother's a whore?" Libby cried. "Told ya he needed new underwear."

"Those are mine!" Tabitha said, shocked.

"Incest?" Abby exclaimed. "Is this how all you Canadians are? Grr to you, Tabitha, stealing my dream boy, who you happen to be very, very related to."

Tabitha lunged at Libby, strangling her.

Libby screamed. "I'll never touch your panties again! AWAY! AWAAAAY!"

Abby giggled, "Back demon, grr."

Eventually, Libby's face turned a really bright red colour and their mother decided that it would be best to separate them.

"Am I off the hook?" Gage asked hopefully.

Mrs. St. Peter looked at him briefly. "Clean your room. Your sisters are, however, in a great deal of crap."

"I didn't DO anything!" Tabitha exclaimed. "It was all HER! SHE'S bad! I'm the good child!"

Libby said, "No, I'M the good child. I'm your favourite, remember Mommy? I'm the one who looks like you. I have your eyes."

Jake came upstairs. "Alright. I heard the word panties. What did I miss?"

Mrs. St. Peter gave Chris and Abby apologetic looks. "I'm sorry. I have evil offspring."

"Am I evil?" Jake asked.

"Not today," she replied.

"Am I evil?" Gage asked.

"Clean your room," she said sharply, and then a sly look passed over her face. "Actually, will you give Chris and Abby a ride home?"

Libby squeaked in protest.

"Libby, you and your sister are cleaning your brother's room," Mrs. St. Peter said.

Libby and Tabitha screamed.

Chris and Abby snickered. "Have fun," Abby said to the sisters, looking up adoringly at Gage. "I know I will."

"Shotgun!" Chris announced.

"Over my dead body!" Abby snapped, following closely behind Gage.