The top half of the door opened up, and Dante was instantly knocked out of his haze. Staring back at him from the other side was a woman who was almost identical to Judy. Sure, her hair was dirty blonde instead of black, her eyes were brown, and she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt instead of a blouse skirt combo; but otherwise she could have been Judy’s twin. Make that Judy’s clone.
“Hey Judy,” Judy said to the other woman. “I’ve got another new arrival.”
“Sorry, Judy,” the other woman said, “It’s the 18th, no new arrivals till next year.” Even their voices were the same.
“I know, Judy,” Judy replied, “but he literally got here last night just before midnight. Poor little guy, was sleeping on the floor when I found him this morning.” That elicited an “awwww” from both of them. “He’s technically yours.”
