Twins [antikvár]

Sut I wanted tattoos for our thirteenth birthday. Chloe didn't. Chloe refused. I told her I did not know what I would do if she kept saying no. "Tattoos are dirty," Chloe said. Chloe was four minutes older. She was an eighth of an inch taUer. She was smarter. She was prettier. We were identical twins, but Chloe had turned out better. She was the better twin, she had the better name, and I was desperate to hold on to her. Horrifying girls Hke Lisa Markman were inviting Chloe to their parties and offering her cigarettes and beer and birth control. My childhood had passed in a golden bubble of happiness. I adored Chloe and Chloe adored me. We didn't need our parents; we didn't need our brother or friends or parties or separate bedrooms. Chloe and Sue. Our hair was blond, our eyes were blue. For twelve perfect years, Chloe and I lived and breathed each other. We took baths in the same bathtub, shared the same rubber bath toys. Now Chloe took constant showers, all by herself. We needed tattoos. "I won't," Chloe said. "You can't make me. No one in the eighth grade has a tattoo." She was right. No one did. We were from the suburbs. I hated