Liza sat at the table in Shay’s kitchen—which had become “her kitchen” or at least “the kitchen” over the last couple of days. She was wearing a set of Shay’s pajamas which had definitely become “her pajamas.” When Liza moved in, Shay had divided her pajama cache equally.
“I have no idea how I came to have so many!”
Liza learned that Shay’s mom periodically sent “fashion upgrades” to Shay. As far as Liza and Shay could tell, that meant more of the same things she had sent earlier.
Shay had, on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, convinced Liza to move in with her, to take the 2nd bedroom and 2nd bathroom on the 2nd floor as her own. Shay then saw to it that the move was expedited and effortless.
Shay’s generosity seemed very natura to herl. Liza was sure Shay hardly knew how wealthy she was, nor how generous her gestures were. The day at the makeup boutique cost more than Liza would normally spend on cosmetics and toiletries over the course of a year. For Shay, it was hardly noticeable.
Liza heard Shay approaching so she looked up. Her new friend—perhaps the first friend she had since middle school—entered the room tentatively.
She stopped at the sink and smiled slightly. “Dear girl, by all appearances, it seems as if you rightfully belong here. Could you do me the favor of introducing yourself to me?”
Liza looked up and smiled, a bit confused by the salutation. “Good morning, Shay.”
Shay smiled a little. She seemed to be thinking deeply.
Finally she said. “I feel that, since it seems you are very acquainted with this home and with it’s owner, it is safe to make the assumption you know about the time-traveling… shall we call it a phenomenon?”
Liza at that point, came to understand. She was talking to a different version of Shay. At that point, Liza’s doubts that the time-traveling was real ended.
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