Susan blinked, hearing the doorbell ringing. What did she just say? The Lord? As in ... God? Why the hell would she say such a thing? She wasn't even remotely religious ... yet ... something about it seemed familiar to her.
The doorbell continued to ring. Whoever was at the door seemed to be quite impatient.
"Maybe one of us should get that?" Krystal asked.
"Oh, uh, of course," Susan said, letting go of her daughter ... er, the teenage girl ... er, the girl who said she was a teenager. After all, she looked at least five years older.
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A little earlier, outside, Laura had finally returned home ... but as familiar as this house was, it didn't really feel like "home". It felt like she didn't belong there, like she was trespassing on someone else's life. But that was silly, right? She had so many memories of living here.
Using the same set of keys she used to get here (the car she drove was older and more beat-up than the normal one she owned, but regardless, she had a key for it and it seemed to be in her name - Laura Stuart), she tried to find a key to the house, but couldn't find one. She then searched the contents of her purse, but still couldn't find anything. What she did find disturbed her, though. Among other things, an assortment of tacky make-up and a compact mirror, some unknown powder in a plastic baggie, and condoms, as well as the cellphone she used earlier.
Laura then resorted to ringing the doorbell. She couldn't believe she was doing this at her own house, but she had no key.
A moment later, the door opened, revealing a woman she had never seen before, but it was one who was wearing an outfit that she herself would have worn earlier that day. She even had a noticeable lack of make-up, making her look very plain. Ugh, what a prude, she thought, wrinkling her nose. Wait, what did she just think?
