If Luna thought that her sunday would be solved after her appointment with Lucy, she was utterly mistaken. She hadn't even gotten out of the bathroom when she was face to face with her older sisters Lori and Leni, who were getting ready for a sunday shopping spree. The eldest began a brief talk between the girls, saying:

—You took your time...

Leni shouted immediately:

—We are late for the mall! Like, closing the door was a totes selfish thingie, Luna.

The glasses girl voice squeaks that she let out made her exasperation evident.

—She has been there since we ended our breakfasts. Why did you lock yourself in the bathroom?

—Well... I had to use the toilet first...

Lori gave one step further, sinking her head into the door´s frame, taking whiffs out of the fog that slowly escaped to the aisle, diluting through the ample space leading to the stairs and the house first floor.

—It doesn't seems that you just have used the toilet, Luna...

—I did...! It's just... before getting into the shower...

Despite of the white lie she just said -thanking again the lack of Lisa's cctv cameras that obliged them to be honest-, Lori just raised one eyebrow, making lighter it´s severity.

—Fine, fine. Anyways, we must hurry up. Leni has to get to her job in fifteen minutes and I have to take advantage of those hours on the dressing room. Leni, do you think you could give me more than four garments to try on this time while I am at the dressing room?

—Totes! But first I have to design some cards that indicate you are trying more than four dresses...

—Not now. We must arrive at your workplace now.

Grabbing her by one hand, Lori dragged Leni inside, knocking Luna out with the door while closing it. Without further ado and only covered by her bathrobe, she went to her bedroom to dress up and, with that done, having breakfast. Luan's distant voice warned her:

—Luna! Are you Godzilla's prisoner? If you take another minute longer, you'll be a do-nut-eater, get it? But seriously, tho, hurry up! We must help daddy to cook lunch!

Immediately afterwards, she lock herself into the bedroom to dress up without someone's intermission while she did so.

Having opened the drawer where she kept her undies -shared with Luan's-, Luna noticed some details on her little sister's.

"Why would Luan pick knickers this frilly?", asked to herself while she took a yellow, laced, embroidered set of... crotchless panties?

Another thought assaulted her routine; "Would mom have these...? Could they be different...? No! Stop. I shouldn't think in this."

After throwing the panties to the dirty laundry pile, she dressed up.

—Thank you for paying my fee with ice cream, Luna. Now, your dream... What is it worrying you really? This black licorice ice cream box screams utter terror...

—I know, sis. But I don't know how to explain this completely. It's too much... Even for you.

—Try me.

Only lighted by some candles, Lucy stabbed with her tea spoon the already opened ice cream pot at the attic. Luna, on the other hand, snuggled her legs, sitting on the wooden floor. She wallowed on the floor for some moments, turnt her back to her little sister and finally, from a weak muttering, she answered:

—You see... yesterday... I talked some stuff with mom...

—About Sam? What did she tell you?

—That I had to talk to her anyways... about my feelings... about my uncertainty liking me back... But I should flirt with her in the meantime...

—Nothing new under the sun. And I say the same, Luna. Just take your chances...

—...and... then... I told her...

—Did you badmouth her?

Lucy's rigid lips made her dissapointment towards her older sister evident.

—...no...

The attic went silent once more. The candle lights only helped to shadow the girls faces.

—Then?

—I told her... She told me... that... I compliment her...

—Wow. And what did you tell her?

Silence yet again. Unless, of course, Luna's imperceptible voice could be considered as an immediate interruption.

—That she had more curves than the interstate and yet, it would be funnier drive through hers than the highway...

—Then you can do it. Did you made me prepare a hypnosis session just for this...?

—...well... Now here comes the dream side...

—Did you dream with mom or with Sam? I need you to look at me, Luna.

—...like you were looking at me...

—You being incapable of seeing my eyes doesn't mean that I don't. But that I see your back and not your face it's your problem. Besides, it's necessary for the rite, Luna.

Both girls sat on a lotus flower position, staring face to face around the main candle. Locking her sight on the girl's eyes, the musician didn't listen the muttered lethany that numbed her slowly. When she was in a trance, Luna only took one moment to wake up again.

—...I see... Luna, are you back with me?

—What...? What happened...? What did you do...?

—I needed to talk with your subconscious. I know you didn't want to speak up and now I get it...

—What did I tell you!? Tell me, Luce! What was the thing I told you?

Regardless Luna shaking her from the shoulders, Lucy didn't yield her flematic demeanor with her older sister.

—That you enjoyed your dream with mom so much... Well... You wet your...

A quick glance to her undies confirmed what Lucy said.

—Shit. Lucy... Shit! I need help...

—Luna... I won't say this isn't weird to me... But... aren't you just overthinking it a bit much?

—What the fuck do you mean? I had a dream where I made out with my mother...!

—I don't mean that part of the dream, but the dream in itself. Usually, they are messages that your own subconscious builds while the conscience is shut down. I had read somewhere that someone could have such an emotional crisis, that they will seek to return to the places that are already known and where they couldn't go back. And, if I recall correctly what Lisa told me about her dream interpretation, you are more afraid of your relationship with Sam failing than being attracted to mom...

—So... it's just that I'm afraid that things won't go the way I wanted to...?

—...and yet, there are also material bases for these kind of dreams, Luna. Your sudden attraction to mom... is linked to that fear.

Luna tried to scrutinize the little she could see from her little sister's face, but the girl lowered her head as a sign of defeat.

I wanted to rest from the session I had embarked with Lucy. I can't believe that... thinking in mi mother... my own mother as a woman, due to... I'm afraid.

Nevertheless, when I was laying down on my bed with a guitar in hand to digest that blockage, I saw over my bunk clothes pristinely folded and a note. Which said: "Luna, if you want help with your friend Sam, put on this suit and knock my door three times before eight. R."

I checked the clock on the room. It marked six with thirty-seven minutes PM. Checking the garments with a closer look, I realized it was a purple tuxedo, with a white shirt and a red bow tie.

More than to question my mother's invitation for a date with me, my thoughts meandered around the question "what dress would she be wearing tonight."

End of Chapter Three.