Need to file,440 for a total of 23208
Millie sat at the elaborately carved desk, staring out the window at a tall man who was covered in silver scales, the sunlight flashing off of them and into the eyes of the taller, thinner, more brunette version of herself. Chris and Zilphia, living and just outside the window, talking to each other. Even with all the other stuff that had been going on, this was simply amazing. She was almost afraid to breathe.
"Turn on the damn computer." The voice that came from behind her sounded just like her sister.
"Fine, whatever, Prisca," Millie turned on the computer. She would be just as amazed at meeting Prisca, but Prisca had an attitude. She also bore a strong resemblance to Millie. Actually, she was almost a carbon copy.
Millie opened up a word processing program and began to type, "I must have been in one hell of a bad mood when I came up with you."
"You were, now shut up and type, woman," Prisca said, heading for a hugely stuffed leather couch nearby. "And don't make me look stupid. Oh, and no more steps, staircases or rope ladders. I'm tired of climbing."
"Meanie," Millie muttered as she typed a filler scene, trying to get the group from one side of the planet to the other.
"I rather like her," Kevin said, smiling. Millie tried hard not to get weak kneed at the sound of his voice. It was a combination of Australian and North Georgia. He joined Prisca on the couch, crossing one of his long, lanky legs over his other knee.
"Look, Mills, I don't mind the fact that he looks like I did when we met," Jeff said. "But,"
"You had grey hair when you met her?" Kevin asked.
"No, but, hey, why does he have grey hair?" Jeff asked.
"Because he's getting older," said Millie. "I'm trying to type."
"I thought you thought I was perfect. Why is he thinner and taller? And what's with the voice?" Jeff was sounding quite perturbed.
"He's taller and thinner because Prisca's not. And I was listening to the Bee Gees when I started writing that story."
"I don't think your fat, Millie," said Jeff, making the jump that she had been feeling less that perfect when she came up with the characters.
"Then you need to get your eyes checked," Prisca said. "And there isn't a damn thing wrong with being well endowed."
Kevin laughed and nodded. "Gotta love a squishy lady."
"I'm not a lady," Prisca said, "I'm a woman. Deal."
Kevin just shook his head. "Lady, woman...."
"Call me a girl and you bleed, Kevin," Prisca warned.
"Turn on the damn computer." The voice that came from behind her sounded just like her sister.
"Fine, whatever, Prisca," Millie turned on the computer. She would be just as amazed at meeting Prisca, but Prisca had an attitude. She also bore a strong resemblance to Millie. Actually, she was almost a carbon copy.
Millie opened up a word processing program and began to type, "I must have been in one hell of a bad mood when I came up with you."
"You were, now shut up and type, woman," Prisca said, heading for a hugely stuffed leather couch nearby. "And don't make me look stupid. Oh, and no more steps, staircases or rope ladders. I'm tired of climbing."
"Meanie," Millie muttered as she typed a filler scene, trying to get the group from one side of the planet to the other.
"I rather like her," Kevin said, smiling. Millie tried hard not to get weak kneed at the sound of his voice. It was a combination of Australian and North Georgia. He joined Prisca on the couch, crossing one of his long, lanky legs over his other knee.
"Look, Mills, I don't mind the fact that he looks like I did when we met," Jeff said. "But,"
"You had grey hair when you met her?" Kevin asked.
"No, but, hey, why does he have grey hair?" Jeff asked.
"Because he's getting older," said Millie. "I'm trying to type."
"I thought you thought I was perfect. Why is he thinner and taller? And what's with the voice?" Jeff was sounding quite perturbed.
"He's taller and thinner because Prisca's not. And I was listening to the Bee Gees when I started writing that story."
"I don't think your fat, Millie," said Jeff, making the jump that she had been feeling less that perfect when she came up with the characters.
"Then you need to get your eyes checked," Prisca said. "And there isn't a damn thing wrong with being well endowed."
Kevin laughed and nodded. "Gotta love a squishy lady."
"I'm not a lady," Prisca said, "I'm a woman. Deal."
Kevin just shook his head. "Lady, woman...."
"Call me a girl and you bleed, Kevin," Prisca warned.