"So you were just tied up the entire time?! What about the toilet breaks and shower?!" Rachel asks but looks at me in disgust. "I can't imagine!"
I want to be in my room alone. However, I promised my father I'd invite the twins over. We're in the living room drinking white wine. I am sitting on the couch underneath a nice, warm blanket. I let the twins talk as my thoughts roam freely.
Rhonda looks at Rachel, mortified. She can't believe her twin is making my disappearance about herself.
"What!? I'm just saying if I were kidnapped, they would have to kill me then and there. I would be the worst kidnapped victim in the world of kidnappings! You know I have to moisturize my skin three times a day." Rachel points to her arm and begins rubbing it.