Saturday October 19, 2019
Someday Is Today
The doorbell rings and Ange stops in her tracks. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. Fe wasn’t supposed to arrive until this afternoon. “I’ll be right there!” She calls, running up the stairs and shutting the bedroom door.
Fe is on her phone, talking in Spanish. Ange always says she’s going to learn, but the Duolingo app on her phone goes unopened for the most part.
”What language do you dream in?” Ange asked Fe one of their first morning’s together.
Fe thought about it for awhile. “I’m not sure,” she eventually replied, picking sleep out of the corners of her eyes.
”It’s probably Spanish. I think I read once that we dream in our mother tongues.”
As she opens the door, Ange asks, “Why don’t you have your key?”
Fe cocks her head and glares at her. She’s cut her hair.