Oh, what a morn'. The mullethead and I planned to run to town and have a light lunch and latte at our favourite cafe. I just finished dryin' my hair from the shower, had a towel wrapped around me, the mullethead was already dressed, and came into the bathroom to stand beside me. She hugged me from the side, and I looked at our reflection.
We looked so different, but there were similarities between us. The shape of the eyes, and eyebrows. Though I had a gaunter, more delicate and eternally unlined face, there was a structural likeness. Then there was that auburn touch to the mullethead's medium brown hair. Also, for bein' so close to a half century old, it was hard to tell by lookin' at 'er. There was hardly any grey hair, and the lines weren't that prominent in 'its' face. I looked directly at 'it', and suddenly I had a flash of recognition that I knew was a TRUTH. Though very faint, this critter had the blood of my people in 'er veins.
I closed my eyes, and embraced 'er. One of 'er hands went over my rear, and the other gently traced my back. Not what I expected, considerin' our plans. I clenched my teeth, and made a sound reminiscient of a surprised snake, as I jerked my head to the left.
So our trip to town was postponed a few hours, but hey. So we had a slightly heavier lunch than we'd originally planned. Much heavier lunch, really. I know I needed it.
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