“I’m your sister obviously.” She giggled. “What kind of question is that anyway?”
“And how old are you?” You asked.
“I’m 33. You should know that.” Her smile faded a little, but came back just as quick. “Any other weird questions you want to ask?”
“Just your name.”
“Megan.” She said. “Are we done?”
“Sorry, just making conversation. Sorry for being weird.” You walk away. If she’s your sister, then who’s your mother now? Neither of you could have been born without a mother. Even if your new mother is dead now, she had to exist at some point.” You stop as you take notice of a family photo hanging on the wall. In it were you, your father, your younger sister Alexis, your older sister Megan, with her new, fused body, and another woman. Who was it?
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