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room, which seemed to make the place shrink even more. Anastasia watched her
from her place on her bed. Drusilla stopped and pointed her finger at her and
looked as if she was going to say something, then started pacing again. In her
other hand, she had the card that Anastasia had gotten from Bruno.
    She’d been debating if she was going to go there, and
then this shit happened. Anastasia had been dressing to go to the club after
calling and letting them know she was going to be coming. Of course Drusilla
was making it hard for her to even get ready to go. The migraines Anastasia had
been having of late only seemed to be calmed when she masturbated. What a
strange remedy, but it worked. Now she had to deal with this shit from Dru.
    “Ana, tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”
    “What does it look like, Dru?”
    “It looks like I’m going to have to hunt someone down
for messing with my sister.”
    Anastasia rolled her eyes. “Seriously? What do you
mean messing with your sister?”
    “That club it isn’t your everyday club. You and I both
know that just from our visit.”
    “I know it isn’t. This is just for me to go and get my
money.”
    “It seems rather odd yours didn’t go in but mine did.”
    Anastasia shrugged her shoulders. Her sister sounded
almost jealous. That couldn’t be. Drusilla didn’t get jealous, at least not of
her, because she always discounted Anastasia. Her sister hadn’t said it in so
many words, but it hung in the room like the scent of dead cow. The more Dru
talked, the angrier Anastasia was getting.
    “What the hell is this about, Dru? Why do you have a
problem with me going to the club to get my money?”
    “Don’t you think that Cinda could have done this some
other way?”
    “She probably could’ve, but this is where it stands,
and I’m going.”
    “Then I’m going too.” Drusilla had stopped her pacing
and put both hands on her hips.
    “Like hell you are. The invitation to go there was
given to me. There’s no way I’m going to piss them off again. You’re mad you didn’t
get an invite.”
    She watched as Drusilla raised her eyebrow and
smirked.
    “So now this has turned into not only getting your
money but also an invitation?”
    “After the last time, Dru, do you honestly think I
could just walk in there without getting one?”
    “It’s just mighty odd, that’s all.”
    “Let me have the card, Drusilla. I need it.”
    Drusilla glanced at the card she held then back up to
Anastasia. “What the hell does it mean when it says step inside? Why not just
tell you to come by and get your money and go? This looks like more than that.”
    “I got asked to stop by and get my money. Who knows? Maybe
since it’s my birthday and Cinda realizes that, she’s going to get me a drink
or something. The club is a fancy place, as you’ve seen. So I’ll dress up and go
get my money. Perhaps a drink or two. That’s it, end of story.”
    “Then ask them if I can come.”
    “Hell no. You’re not going to get me into any more
trouble than you have already.”
    “What do you mean, get you in trouble? Shit, so you’re
saying all the stuff we’ve done you didn’t want to do?”
    “What I’m saying is it’s time to grow up. This shit
about wanting to get back at Cinda has got to stop.”
    “Now you’re on her side?”
    “What the fuck, Drusilla? Are we in high school again?
What’s this about sides?”
    “It’s because we’re sisters!”
    “Right, and no matter the circumstances of how Cinda
came to be in our lives, she’s our sister now as well. Grow the fuck up.”
    Drusilla gasped and most certainly if looks could kill
Anastasia would have been dead on the spot. With a huff, Drusilla took the card
and ripped it down the middle, and then she disdainfully tossed it on the bed,
storming out of the hotel room to god knew where. The look she gave Anastasia
was one of ‘How’d you like that?’
    Anastasia was immobile for a bit, staring down at