Sister, Sister
Precious did not think any guy is attractive if he is below thirty, and the guy in the pink shirt was obviously about our age.
Lily looked at the corner, "there are two of them. Twins, I mean."
"Let's go say hello!" I jumped up, fumbled in my bag, found the towel I brought and used it to dry my body.
"Abeg go alone. I do not go to men, men come to men." Precious removes her sunglasses from her bag and wears them.
"Suit yourself," I laughed. "Puppet, come be your sister's wing woman."
Lily took the hand I held out to her and stood up. She let me dry her arms, thighs and face that had identical freckles as mine on her nose, cheeks and at the corner of her left eye.
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