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    Chanel giggles at me, looking down at her pizza and kicking my Gucci loafers under the table.
    “Watch the Gucci, Chuchie! It’s leather, not pleather—like yours!”
    Recovering from her laugh attack, Dorinda politely says to Anginette, who has returned with two slices and a Coca Cola, “I hear you two can sing.”
    “Yes, ma’am. You, too?”
    “Well, sorta. I haven’t been in any talent shows or anything, like Galleria and Chanel, but they’re gonna take me to Drink some Conservatory with them for vocal classes.”
    “You mean Drinka Champagne’s,” Chanel says, cutting in. “It’s the bomb for vocal and dance classes.”
    “Dag on, they got everything in this town,” Anginette says with a tinge of know-it-allness in her voice. “That’s why we came up here to go to LaGuardia, ’cause they have the best vocal department in the country.”
    My first thought is, okay, was that supposed to be a one-up, two-down? My second thought is, she’d better not come for me or I’ll read her like the Bible.
    “We wanna be backup singers in a group,” Aqua explains earnestly, slurping up the cheese from her slice.
    “Forgive my sister. She hasn’t eaten in five years,” giggles her unidentical half. “Actually, we came up here because there ain’t enough room in Houston for Karma’s Children
and
us!”
    Aqua is definitely the funny one. Karma’s Children still live in Houston even though they’re now famous.
    “How old is Backstabba now?” Aquanette asks Chanel.
    “They try to say she’s eighteen, but I heard she’s just sixteen. They still have a tutor who travels with them on the road, so it must be true, ’cause she ain’t finished high school.”
    “I like Jiggie Jim,” Angie says. “That falsetto voice, all that screeching—’Aaaaah got to know where you stand, gi-r-r-l,” she sings, then gasps, “it just gives me goose bumps!”
    Hmm. Angie is quite theatrical once she gets her pepperoni quota. She sure isn’t biting off her twin sister’s flavor.
    “Jiggie’s groove is cool, even though his voice is a little too high for me, if you know what I’m saying,” I counter, smirking, “and I personally am not into guys who wear black sunglasses—at night, thank you.”
    “I heard there’s something wrong with his eyes,” Chanel offers, trying not to smirk. “His left eye doesn’t talk to his right one.”
    We all howl. Chuchie
loves
to invent fib-eronis.
    “Are you Spanish?” Anginette asks Chanel, whom she obviously finds amusing.
    “Dominican,
mamacita
, and proud of it,” Chanel says.
    “You can call her Miss Cuchifrita,” I offer bitingly. “She’s going to give out
piñatas
around midnight.”
    “One week of Spanish and you ready to do show-and-tell,” gasps Chanel, batting her lashes at me. “You know what a
piñata
is?” she asks the twins.
    “Nope,” say Anginette and Aquanette like a chorus.
    “They’re animals made out of papier-mâché and glue, then stuffed inside with candy,” Chuchie explains. “When you hit the
piñata
, all the candy falls out!”
    “Oh! I know what they are,” Angie says. “They have them in the Santa Maria Parade in Houston.”
    “Are you Spanish, too?” Aquanette asks Dorinda.
    “Nope, I don’t think so.”
    “Is that right? You are so pretty. Ain’t she cute, Angie?”
    “Thank you,” Dorinda says matter-of-factly. “Actually, I don’t know my family. I live in a foster home.”
    Oopsy doopsy. That should keep our Southern Princess of Extra Pepperoni chomping quietly for at least a few minutes.
    “We came up here to live with our father,” Anginette says, trying to rescue her sister from putting another “
piñata
” in her mouth. “Our mother is a district manager for Avon, so she travels all the time. Our father felt we weren’t being properly supervised since they got deevorced.”
    Their mother is an Avon lady. No wonder they’re so nice. I am not gonna tell them that I only like S.N.A.P.S.