He maintained that if every inch of the body is muscled, the body looks fake. Abigail was almost identical to him in the face, but her body was much l...ess fit than his. She wasnt fat, however she wasnt cut. Her stomach hung a bit, her arms and legs as well. Both of them favored their father, Steve with the hair color, but the curls and icy blue eyes came from Janet, their mother. Abigail sat up and squealed. Chris! Youre awake! Her yelp jarred Steve and Janet awake, and a flood of questions. I had eaten and was set to work. ‘Love to. Give me half an hour?’ ‘You have twenty minutes or I’ll be as pissed as a rat when you get there.’ I was forty minutes and she was half way down a huge glass of what turned out to be Chablis; crisp and dry. ‘What time do you call this?’ ‘Christ, you sound like my mother.’ Emily poured me a glass and it was only when her face caught the light that I saw the dark circles under her eyes and appreciated the stress of her week to date. I took her hand. ‘You. “Hey look at this new movie!” said Oscar, Ernie and Arthur looked at each other, grinning, then looking at me.“What movie!” I said, Oscar showed me a trailer where a group of students on a camping trip were cut to pieces with a chainsaw, blood squirting all over the place.The moment I saw the blood, I instantly felt dizzy, I kneeled down then laid on my back so I don’t faint, “don’t show me that stuff, I don’t like it”“Ha ha, are you scared Emma!” Oscar laughed, grabbed his laptop and showed me. Colorful bindings, which once beckoned, are now washed out versions of their original vibrance. Their faded colors seeming to mirror my memories of the happy times we once shared. The masks, so like me, handsome and polished on one side, tragic and angry on the other. Some laugh and jeer at me while others weep for me. How I long for the anonymity and freedom of wearing those same masks at Mardi Gras. They protected me then. But even they cannot be used to hide me from what I have done. The.