Cristal waltzes into the parlor with a coffee cup at her lips and Mystik in one arm, finding Twyla at the window, twirling a strand of hair from her loose bun. Twyla turns when she enters the room with a striking resemblance to Tessa but pinch-browed from her exchange with Harrison. Noticing her puffy eyelids, Cristal wonders if she suffers from lack of sleep as she had last night or if her boyfriend kept her awake.
“Odd storm, isn’t it?” Cristal says with a smile.
“Frightful,” Twyla agrees with a grin and moves toward the fireplace, lowering her almond-eyed gaze to the fire.
Mystik mews in Cristal’s arms.
Twyla glances up with a brighter face. “Where did you find her? I wondered where she’d gotten to. Is she wet?” Twyla asks, staring at the towel.
“Mystic found me at the coffee bar,
