Twofer

The darkness liked a twofer - a close bond in which a mood was catching; it felt like bowling and getting a strike (a bit of effort for a potentially huge result). It watched Erin groan and unfold herself from the car (hair every which way, no makeup on, paint on the sweatpants from 4 years ago); "Here we go," the darkness whispered to itself with glee; they were twinning at the door, however - with the hair, the sweats, and the distinct lack of energy. "Same," Deb sighed in greeting, adding, "therefore ... mimosas." Erin laughed and extended her fist, intoning, "Wonder Twin powers, activate!" Deb followed suit, shouting, "Shape of ... GORGEOUS HOT MESS!" and they both giggled. The darkness wanted to slip into the house between them and revel in the chaos and melancholy, but it couldn't get past the front door; the stench of understanding, acceptance, humor, and resiliency was overwhelming and it staggered back. It would eventually leave and continue its hunt elsewhere, disappointed in how the day began; there wasn't much you could do when people felt seen.