Rewritten

Chapter 14

Patsy crawled under a broken fence. She had been watching Bill. He just kept turning over the disk and squeezing it. He couldn't figure out how to use it. If he couldn't figure it out soon she'd have to do something.

Patsy had no idea how long Daniel would have. She had to get the rewrite to work. She couldn't remember much from when she was little but she was sure that what she was doing had to be wrong.

Bill kept looking around nervously, paranoid. He must have felt like he was being followed; he was onto her. She advanced on Bill and grabbed his collar. He strained his neck to see Patsy, angry, then nervous. "Hey nice lady"

"Right, you figure that thing out yet?" Patsy huffed.

"Nah, Imma get it soon 'nough. Ya know, ya could always gimme a bit of help."

"Ya know," she imitated his voice. " I could rip that outta your greasy hands and take it to someone with, I don't know, an education?" She threw him back.

He shakes out his shirt and looks at her. "You don't make the rules lady!" Bill grunted.

"How would you mind testing out that theory?" She whisked it out of his hand with a swift tug.

"Your job as imitation inventor is now-" she ducked his punch. "terminated" She dashed off and he ran after her.

She shimmied under the fence and kept running, turning corners left and right. Bill wasn't too scrawny but he wasn't bulky either. He was quick. He nearly caught up to her. She ran into a soap store around the corner and hid. Catching her breath, she saw him run past the door's window.

She lifted her red face to a lady in an apron. "Excuse me miss, what was that?"

"That, oh, nothing. What's your name?"

"Esa, and you?"

"Patsy. I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"I don't think so... Hmm, you look familiar too."

"What's your last name?" Patsy circled her.

"Adams, why?"

"Adams? Are you related to Daniel Adams?" She asked curiously.

"Yes... I think so, I'm adopted, they were never certain that he was my father. There was no record of my mother."

"Your father? The Daniel I know was never married."

"It can't be the same man, but then, why would we recognize each other?"

"I'm curious as to how you would recognize me!" Patsy exclaimed.

"You think I'm not curious too? I can't remember my father's face, much less any of his friends."

"I'm an orphan too, could we have met in the orphanage?"

"Bromley Orphanage?" Esa asked, staring at the details of Patsy's slim face.

"No, strange..." Patsy crossed her arms and let her gaze wander around the room, shelfs stocked with colourful soaps, tables with soap holders, the like. "Greenwood Home for Girls"

"I have never even heard mention of the place." Esa looked unsteady.

"This doesn't seem right, we must know each other." She looked at Esa and her eyes widened. "Esa, do you have a mirror?"

"Yes, of course, in the bathroom, why?"

"Show me"

Esa lead the way to the bathroom and gestured to the chipped mirror over the sink. "See?"

"Look at it" Patsy looked at it and so did Esa.

After a second or two, she realized what she was looking at, the resemblance. "We look so much alike!"

"We must be sisters!"