Zeenia glanced up and realized that it was not her uncle. No, that day she was bound to get the surprises of her life, and that too all mixed up. When she thought Joe was Shanaya, and now when she thought Shanaya was Joe.
"Shanaya."
The young woman remained by the door, looking anywhere but in Zeenia's direction. She kept one palm on the handle and her other hand in her hair, now longer than ever. That was not the only change her dear Shanaya had undergone; a mini-skirt had replaced her shorts, and her shirt was frayed, yet not in the stylish way most people wore it. Her eyes, though...where was the mischief? The mystery? Shanaya standing before her was nothing more than a confused shell of the young woman Zeenia claimed to love.
"Zeenia." The voice rattled. Was she having pneumonia? Th
