Texas born twins Cilia and Iris Hunter were brought to Brooklyn, New York and given up for adoption at the age of one. But their foster mother Ms. Pat never cared about them and only adopted the twins for a check from the government, leaving Cilia...
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Iris sniffled as tears streamed down her face. She had been at Gail's house for one night and was packing the little necessities she had because she had to go. Apparently Gail no longer had room in her house for Iris to stay. That's what Gail told her, but Iris heard them the entire time and knew better.
Last night she heard Gail, Gail's husband Cleo and their sixteen year old daughter Piper talking about it downstairs in their dining room, while they thought she was asleep upstairs. They lived in a pretty fancy house in the suburbs. Iris was surprised because she had no clue Gail lived so far out, or in such a nice neighborhood.
Iris didn't know a lot of things about Gail. Which was weird considering she's known her for two years. Apparently she was married to a white man and they had two kids, which would make their children biracial. Two daughters. Piper and Peyton. Apparently Peyton was a twenty-one year old who lived on her own already and Piper was sixteen so obviously she still lived with them.
Iris didn't know how the older sister was, but it was clear Piper was more in touch with her Caucasian side. She sounded like a real White girl. She had a bad habit of saying the words 'really' and 'like' every three seconds and had this real high pitched whiny voice. She seemed spoiled. She had to be the way Gail and her husband had her little behind all up in the conversation last night like she was an adult.
The talk Iris overheard last night filled her mind.
"I can't believe she's blind, like what?" Piper said, tossing her curly black hair over her shoulder as she chewed on the chicken Alfredo in her mouth. "Like that's crazy...she's really pretty though."
"So how long is she planning on staying?" Cleo interjected, picking up his glass of Cranberry juice.
Gail clicked her tongue and gave her husband a look. "Oh Cleo, don't be like that."
Cleo was an older white man in his sixties. He was sixty-six to be exact and not with the bullshit at his age. He was more strict than Gail. Growing up with an alcoholic father, he sort of took on his father's miserable attitude. Cleo was a blond haired green eyed man with skin that turned blood red as soon as he got pissed. And having Gail's friend here was already irritating him, despite they had room in the house for her. Even though they did, his house was not a camp out spot for people and their problems.
"She walked in on her husband cheating with her sister."
