But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitt...r of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in. With the oil plug back in, I refilled the sump. The radiator was low, so I filled it up with antifreeze.Now I tried to start it. Click, Click, Click. Dead battery. Dumb. Should have tried that first off, so it could charge. Oh well. So I turned my car around and jumped it.Finally, it started. The engine ran rough though it would hold an idle. I got out my conduit stethoscope and started listening to the engine. Working my way around the little vacuum hoses I found and fixed air leaks. Trimming. “What else could you have for me?” She didn’t let him answer, instead her lips found his again for a few minutes. He broke away, kissing her neck again.“Claire?” two voices said together. Claire’s eyes widened, she pulled completely away from the Master’s lips, though he was still inside her.She would’ve known those voices out of thousands. After all, how could calire not recognize the voices of two people she’d been living with for a year today.“Susanna?” Claire said, dumbstruck. “Stella? . .. And you and I, we see Latinas who try to be blonde...”I nodded. She is right about that look. It is not good. And I look at my sister, she of the black hair, like mine, and the dark eyes, like mine, and the little tetas, like mine.It is good to have a sister that I can talk with about the thoughts in my head and in my heart.It is good to have people who love me. I get hugs from everybody. My sisters hug me. At first I did not hug Dave, but one day, he was working in the yard of our house. He.