Quinn. Two rows of small, sharp teeth visible. An entirely unrepentant expression.
Don stared at the empty air where his cup had been. He opened the refrigerator. The last milk tea was resting quietly on the door shelf. He reached for it.
A pair of slender hands appeared from beside him. "Sister Chili, let's share this one."
Lily.
Don stood in front of the open refrigerator and drank water instead.
The girls laughed until they were leaning on each other.
Vera eventually held the cup out to him. "Here. There's still half left. It has my lipstick mark on it. Consider yourself lucky."
Don said, with great dignity, "I will not drink milk offered with contempt."
"I didn't say, 'Hey, come and drink.'"
"In that case, I'll reluctantly accept."
