|Among their multiple imaginary personas. Photo found here.|
They were a one-tiara family and Ambulancia, as the elder sister, claimed the crown as hers. Sireena retaliated by grabbing all the pastel tulle from deconstructed prom dresses, lashing it about her waist, not unlike Odysseus and the mast, refusing to untie it or share unless some detente could be reached about the rhinestone head piece. The wailings they generated caused drivers to pull over and stop as they motored north on Fair Oaks Avenue, scanning rear view mirrors for emergency vehicles which never materialized.
Matters at school were no less fraught, the wearing of tiaras and ballooning net overskirts being unwelcome on any day that wasn't actually Halloween. The sisters, stubborn eyes agleam, were sent home for the duration. They seemed oddly jubilant. Even victorious. The unplanned holidays gave them uncommitted hours to squabble and plot. To be continued. Honest.