Sisters

The young twin girls shared a blanket, and covered their nakedness.

“Poor old Barbara-Ann,” one sniffed.

Her sister nodded. “The elixir didn’t make her young.”

“It made us—”

“From her. Mitosis.”

“Sooooo gross!”

“She wanted children, but not this way.”

“Let’s honor her… I’ll be Barbara. Will you be Ann?”