I awoke the morning after Christmas to screams.
"Casey, you b***h, you ruined my hair!"
"I didn't know you set the iron to max!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Flinging back the covers, I left my bed and rushed to the bathroom. Cynthia was sitting on a stool, clutching the burnt ends of her hair and shouting at Casey. Casey's face was mutinous while she shouted back at her twin.
"What's going on?" I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes. "What happened?"
Their heads whipped towards me in unison and they abruptly closed their mouths. I blinked when I saw them both glance at each other before giving me wide grins.
"Nothing, Fia," Cynthia told me in her most pleasant voice. "Casey ruined my hair. That's all."
"I told you I didn't do it on purpose," Casey muttered irritably to her and when Cynthia
