Neither of them moved. They just sat there, hands clasped, in front of the social worker who was speaking to them. She was explaining to them that they were to stay in this group home until permanent living arrangements were organized. She told them that their biological parents would be contacted, and that they were to be given the option of full custody, and if they refused, the girls would stay in the group home, and they would try to arrange for the girls to be adopted. Apparently it wouldn't be as hard to find a home for these two teens because "Certain people will be appealed to the idea of adopting two intelligent, and artistically talented, identical twin sisters."
"People will want to adopt us because we will look good in their fabulous apartment on the Upper East Side. We will be their risqué pieces of art. The Rainbow haired, biracial, bisexual, and very talented artistic twins!!! All of their friends will ogle at us, and then after our grunge appeal has run out, they'll force us into their conservative upper east side clothes, and upper east side ways, and then when we're eighteen, and Urban Grunge is out, they'll drop us like flies, or maybe if we're lucky, they'll force us to go to an ivy league school and marry us off the their acquaintances dorky sons."
That was what translated into Haley's mind as she listened to the social worker speak. She gripped Sandra's hand, trying to keep the thoughts of those conservative upper east siders in her head, so that thoughts of her parents would stay away. The social worker eyed their hair, with the rainbow streaks, and the twins could see it in her eyes that she was trying to decide whether the streaks would ward away potential adoptive parents. The government would do all it could to get us adopted, because getting us adopted would mean that they would get money from the adoption, and they wouldn't have to give college grant money to us. Of course there was still the chance that our biological parents would take us, but that chance, we were told, was slim. We were informed that our parents were both HIV positive, and that our mother, Mimi, was dying. I could hear Sandra's choking sob the moment she heard that. She couldn't stand the thought of two mothers dying.
We were supposed to meet our parents the next day, at a hospital, no less, where our mother currently resided. She wanted to see us again, before she died. It would be our father's choice whether or not to take us.
"I think it's about time the two of you got to sleep." The social worker said to us, and Sandra nodded softly, and pulled me gently up the stairs to the room we had been told we'd be sleeping in tonight.
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Roger sat on a chair at the edge of Mimi's hospital bed, looking into her brown eyes. He scanned her face, the contours of her cheeks and eyes, and nose, and mouth and watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath. He couldn't take his eyes off her. His lover was dying, and he couldn't do anything. As he watched every inch of Mimi's still living body, his mind wandered. The couple that had adopted his and Mimi's twins had died, and left the girls back in their care. Sandra and Haley. Roger repeated their names over and over in his head. They were coming to meet him and Mimi today, and child services was hopeful that when the girls left, they would not be headed back to their Brooklyn group home, but to the small loft in the east village. Sandra and Haley. Mimi had named those girls, when they had come out pink and screaming. The couple had wanted their real parents to name them, so Mimi had named them. Roger couldn't even look at them, because he had known he would have to give them up. He and Mimi had decided on that when she became pregnant. They couldn't care for a baby the way they lived, and they certainly couldn't care for two. Cassandra Davis Richmond and Haley Davis Richmond. That's what Mimi named their girls, giving each of them Davis as a middle name. When he asked why she hadn't given one of them Marquez, she just said she thought it was cheesy to name a baby after yourself. Sandra and Haley. The moment the twins walked into the hospital room, hand in hand, Roger couldn't keep his mouth from dropping open.
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A/n- I hope you liked this chapter, it's short, like the other, but it's much more narrative, rather than a bunch of little bits and pieces.
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