...back to the bedroomto get my things and straight into the bathroom!Having changed into my outfit for the evening and putting on my makeup, Ijoined ...my other cousins to find that the BBQ was obviously more importantthan either my mother or I'd been led to believe judging by what everyoneelse was wearing.Bernadette was still wearing the clothes she'd picked out of my wardrobebut had taken the time to do her makeup perfectly. Margaret and Foxy wereboth wearing the skirts they'd brought the other. She had shared both her lives with this person.Yet never imagined to one day see him or her.There were so many things she wanted to tell or to ask. But there was notime. The ritual had to be completed. Never would she read the words ofher other self. Find a page of journal or diary written not by her. Theyhad weathered so many challenges in their lives. Apart yet alwaystogether.No more. With the ritual complete they would be severed forever. Shebound to the one reality as Trisha. He bound to. Thats right. You fucking hate yourself. You are a whore, right? You have every fucking reason to hate yourself, you little cunt. Let me out. Let me out! She cried. Oh dont be frightened baby. You dont have to hate yourself anymore. Im here to change all that. You cant do shit. Just let me the fuck out! She screamed. My closed fists found contact with her head. I hit her about three times, if I remember correctly. I was too busy laughing to count. When I looked at her, I saw her huddled into a. The car finally crunched over the fresh snow on the driveway to the lodge, black-grey smoke chugging peacefully from the chimney. It was exactly how Alice had imagined it: all wood and glass, enclosed in trees, chopped logs in a pile round the side, but bigger than she imagined. Before she had stepped out of the car, the front room of the lodge swung open and John’ appeared, waving emphatically and cheerfully.Alice took a moment to brace herself and control her nerves, and then followed John.