“What’d I miss?” Rebecca asked. “Holy cow, Annie, what were you doing in the kitchen, wrestling?”

“Is it that bad?” Annie flushed the toilet. At the sink, she peered into the mirror as she washed her hands.

“So what is going on with you?” Chloe asked, still propped against the door.

“There was a guy under your kitchen table.”

“What?” Rebecca echoed Chloe as she stood.

“In fact…we had sex on your kitchen table.”

“Annie!” both sisters exclaimed simultaneously.

Annie grinned into the mirror, rubbing her fingers under her eyes to lessen the raccoon-look and grabbed Chloe’s hairbrush from the shelf.

“And now I’m going home with him.” She yelped when she brushed the back of her hair, having forgotten about the lump on her head.

“Who is this guy?” Chloe frowned.

“I don’t know,” Annie admitted, grabbing a lipstick off the shelf and applying some. “Ick! Chloe, how old is this stuff? And cheap! You have more money than God, go visit the counter at Neiman Marcus once in a while, would ya?”

“What’s his name? Is he cute? What does he do?” Rebecca stood behind Annie, helping her tuck her skirt tag in and straighten the lines of her blouse.

“Eric.”

Chloe shook her head, still frowning. “I don’t know an Eric.”

“You don’t know everyone.” Annie sighed and grabbed a tissue to rub off the awful-tasting lipstick.

“I do in my own house!” Chloe insisted, reaching past Annie’s head and opening the medicine cabinet. “We didn’t invite any Eric.” She handed her a twenty dollar tube of Christian Dior lipstick. “All you had to do was ask. I keep that stuff out for the cousins to play with.”

“Thanks. Digital Brown? Who do they have naming these things now, robots?” Annie admired the way it slid over her lips, like silk. Much better.