They look just like her. Just like her. Maybe Roger was just tired, after hours of sitting at Mimi's side, but the two girls who stood in the room with him, were nothing more than clones of the woman in the bed beside him. Memories flashed in his mind of a nineteen year old girl dancing on the fire escape with moonlight in her eyes. These two girls were a bit younger, sixteen… maybe seventeen. Rainbow streaks adorned shiny black ringlets that were so obviously Mimi's. Lips the same, chin the same, cheeks the same, nose the same, eyes… not the same. They had his eyes. Hazel eyes.

-X-

They gave us up. They gave us up. They gave us up. They gave us up. That was what was going through Haley's head the entire drive to the hospital. Maybe they had a reason… Her conscience pleaded with her. Maybe they couldn't keep you. "Bullshit," She whispered. "When does anyone ever have a good reason for giving up their children."

-X-

"Why are we meeting them at a hospital anyway…? Is there something wrong with them?" Sandra asked as the social worker pulled into a parking space.

"Your mother is in the hospital. She has been for a few days."

"Why?"

The social worker is silent. "I didn't really think it would be good to bring you girls here at this time… It's not good for you to see her like this… my boss disagrees…. I really don-"

"What is wrong with her."

"She… she's had AIDS for a very long time… and…" The woman trailed off, but she didn't need to say more.

-X-

It seemed like there was a sharp intake of breath from everyone in the hospital room the moment the girls stepped in. Everyone but Mimi stood stock still, staring at one another. There was silence, for a moment, or two, or three, and then the social worker stepped farther into the room, and held out her hand to Roger.

"Hello Mr. Davis, My name is Cynthia Robbins, from the department of child security. The state has already performed background checks on you and your girlfriend, and your housing situation, and although your lifestyle is… unconventional, it seems that you have passed the requirements for adoption." Cynthia gestures to the twins, "These are your daughters, Sandra and Haley. You are encouraged to get to know each other today, and decide whether or not you feel you would be able to take responsibility of them once again. I'll just be observing you… so…"

Roger turned to the girls, and also glanced back at Mimi, who still slept peacefully in her cot. He held out his hand. Both of the girls looked at it incredulously for a few seconds, until the girl on the left timidly stretched out her hand to shake his. She forced a small smile, and nudged her sister. The other girl didn't bother to force a smile. She shot her hand out quickly, grasped his, shook it, let go, and turned away. She didn't speak. The first girl sighed. "I'm Sandra. Don't mind Haley… she… she's just having issues right now…"

"Okay…" Roger said tentatively. "I was sorry to hear about your… your parents." The word stung, because even though he had never even laid eyes on these girls, he knew that the couple who had raised them were not their real parents."

"Yeah… well…" Sandra turned and sat down on one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs, and the rest of the group followed suit. Roger sat beside Mimi, and clasped her hand in his.

"This is your mother," He told them. "She has-"

"AIDS, we know. We know all about how she's dying and you're bringing us to see her anyway. Why the fuck couldn't you spare us the trouble!" Haley had stood up, and was shouting at Roger passionately. She was seething, glaring at him like she could burn a hole through his forehead if she did it long enough.

"I was going to say that she has been asking to meet you for a long time. She wanted to see you before she died. I'm so sorry if her dying wish upsets you so much." Haley immediately looked away. She sat down, and stared at her feet. Sandra grasped her hand and Haley looked up at her. They shared a glance between them, and then Haley met Roger's gaze.

"I'm sorry," She said, struggling with the words.

"You don't have to be sorry…"

There was silence.

"Soo… We're supposed to get to know each other…" Sandra said, attempting to get a conversation going. "What do you do for a living?"

"I… I'm a bartender…" He told her.

"What about Mimi?"

"She used to teach music at an elementary school… but she hasn't been able to work for a while…" Roger was silent for a minute before he asked, "What grade are you two in?"

"We're juniors." Sandra told him.

"What's your favorite subject in school?"

The two girls spoke at once, the "Art, for sure," from Sandra, clashing with Haley's declaration of "Music."

"That's great." Roger looked over at Haley. "Do you play an instrument?" He asked.

Haley nodded. She didn't speak.

"She plays piano and she sings." Sandra told him.

"I want to learn to play guitar," Haley continued, "I got one for my birthday last year."

"I could teach you," Roger tells her, "I play. What kind of guitar do you have?"

"Gabe said it was a Gibson Maestro… It's purple… and electric… that' pretty much all I know about it."

Roger nodded. "Good beginner guitar… Who's Gabe?"

"My ex-boyfriend."

"Oh"

The room was silent again.

-X-

Three hours of crap. Three hours of getting to know you. He's not that bad, really… but still… that was torture… And we're really going to live with him. It's better than a group home… but still… our house… our parents… our fucking parents are dead! And it's my fault… Fuck life.

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