” Later when I had thought it over I had apologized but attempted to excuse myself by saying she had just made me too angry.“Yes, that is exactly...the same but you might be excused because you were young. The folks are old enough to know better.” Now sis had given me something to think about but then she said, “Let’s just go to bed.”“But, it’s still light out. It’s too early to go to bed,” I said.“That’s okay. There isn’t anything else to do,” she responded.Usually we spent evenings reading. As reward from the Elder Deities, he was offered the place of a dead War God in the Heavens, but having tasted the thrill of ultimate battle, he refused, choosing to wander the lands with the goal of perfecting the art of war. Time and again, he accomplished impossible feats of strength and skill, earning favor upon favor from fantastical and godlike beings across the Cosmos, and later blessed as a Demi God by both pantheons of Good and Evil. After he meets his final end defeating a resurrected. My husband, fucking bastard, was with some girl. He was supposed to be at work but he was lightly patting his hands on hers which lay flat on the table. He was oblivious to his surroundings and clearly had not noticed me standing there, staring at him through the window. I rushed away to my car and drove home, my mind in a whirl. My husband and I had been married for three years. We married on my twenty first birthday. He was Jamaican and I was his white English rose. He is a year older and his. I admit it. But what chance did I have with a name like Alice when my sister was named Melody, the epitome of gentleness and beauty, both outside and in? I just hate it. We're identical twins. We look alike. We sound alike. We just don't act alike. So when I say she is beautiful to look at, so am I. In fact I think we're quite hot, tall, well built, firm, long blond hair, every man's dream girl. That's not the problem. She is such a goody-good girl, always so nice. It makes me sick. I've tried.