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IV( Sunday the 11th of June 1957. Cypress Community. New Orleans, United States of America.)

"Louise made a friend," Neil stated like it was no big deal.

"It rarely takes you this long to know something like this, Neil!" Louise deadpanned back, putting more eggs on her plate, as breakfast came to a stop for everyone other than Louise and Neil.

There was kind of unspoken rules among the cypress community, or at least her family, that there no such thing as privacy. It because the people of the cypress community know what everybody does regularly and gossip in their own groups. Word gets around when you're not doing something you hadn't done regularly, what you were doing, and the reason why you're doing it become known soon enough.

If you want privacy you have to act like everything you do was something you did regularly, so nobody thinks you need privacy.

Istas used this as an information gathering system for the cypress community to keep track of each member of the community. The reasoning for keeping track of the people is because of order in the cypress community.

For example, the first time she was curious about what the elderly were doing all day and found out about them being the ones to make the Native Americans costumes for Mardi Gras. That night Istas ask if she had fun with the elderly all day.

In the community, Istas know what everybody is up to on that day, because it was her job as the cypress community leader to keep order in the community.

"Louise" Istas questioned her with a gentle look while shooting her's husband an annoyed look.

"He has wild orchid hair and it looked interesting." She said while thinking that should be enough of an explanation.

"And that why you keep on meeting with him." Istas state knowing that wouldn't keep her's child interest.

" I think ... no I have a feeling... that he going to be my closest and most trusted friend," Louise states that as if Andrei wouldn't be anything else but what she says.

That statement has gotten mixed reactions from everyone around the table.

From Neil and Louis's understanding face to Istas, Luthor, and Halona's surprise face. The only reaction Louise paid attention to was Lynda's generally hurt the face.

Seen this Lynda jump up from the table and ran out of the house into the bayou.

Before she could go after her, Louis told her to make sure Lynda understand she was not replacing her.

Running through the bayou was never truly a fun thing for her. As any kid growing up in a bayou can tell you it's not safe. But it was exciting. The danger, oh the danger! the elements of suspense that any moment can be your last out here. The moment wondering if she going to get attack by any of the dangerous animals out here if she going to drown in the swamp, ever wondering if she will get lost in here and never give back to the community.

Growing up in a settlement located in the bayou was very different from my past life of growing up in the city of New Orleans. When I think of growing up in 1950s New Orleans to 2000s New Orleans I want to laugh my head off at how different the two time periods make this city feel like to grow up in. It an infuriating topic to thinking about it. It not until living with Louis I realized that I lived in the 1950s, in the past. The most I have to ever worry about living in the 2000s New Orleans was if I would go outside and into some type of accident. But in the 1950s New Orleans make me worry about the problem of being African American and about the discrimination going on.

In the bayou, I don't have to worry about any of those things and the realization that comes with those things. The only thing I have to focus on is the danger of me being in the bayou.

Searching for Lynda was easy. She always goes to this relaxing area I set up for me to relax. I set it up the relaxing area in this giant cypress tree that looked like Mama Odie's home from the princess and frog movie. But instead of a ship in the branches acting as a house, there a treehouse I had Louis and Luthor help me build when I was four there. I made them carve stairs inside the tree with small rooms for me to store my things inside in front of the interest. I decorated the stairway with flowers I planted inside the tree. the opening door to the treehouse was made out of beads made of shells hanging from the doorline.

Inside the treehouses, there were neon color pillows covering the floor and bookshelves covering all the walls. There was a small kitchen stuffed with snacks and drinks and a small bathroom with plumbing. On the ceiling were colorful glass bottles hanging like in Mama Odie's home.

Finding Lynda setting on her's pillow was not something unusual when she wants to give away. But seeing her cry on it was.

"I Want To Be Alone!" She shouts it in my face.

"Hey hey, it's ok it's ok I'm not replacing you," I say getting closer to her.

"Your my twin I will not replace you." I stand while putting her head on my lap and running my fingers through her hair.

Ripping her head from my hands she stated "If I was not your twin would you have replaced me"

'This is getting into shaky territory.' she's thought

"Of course not... I just mean that we were born into this world together I mean that we were always supposed to be together." I told her as calmly as I can treating her as if she was a wounded animal stuck in a corner.

"I thought that too once point a time, then you told me that we needed time apart because what we were doing was not healthy, and when I founded something to do without you, and you when on to find someone else to take my place and when its time for us to be together with an again when it healthy for that I won't have a place because whoever you spend your time would have taken my place." Lynda cried looking so vulnerable and waiting for me again that I have to think about what a say to her next.

Still looking at her at that moment made me realized that I didn't explain things to her as well as I thought I did. And the reasons why that if we stayed together we will develop co-dependent on each other or at least her to me and why it a bad thing.

Thinking about that make me think that was the solution to the predicament I had landed myself into. I sat there calmly explain to her in more detail why we needed time apart.

After doing that she seemed to calm down and put her head back in my lap for me to comb my fingers through her hair.

That should have been the warning sign that's something was still not quite right.

And thinking nothing of Lynda's action, I asked her about our time apart.

Author's note

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