Daria went into the lab to buy the test kit because I was concerned about being recognized. We used swabs to collect the samples and Daria returned the kit to the lab.

I took the redhead's hands in mine and said, "I hope the test comes back positive. I want a sister."

She grinned. "Me too."

"Want to hang out for a while?" I asked hopefully.

"I'd like to, but I have to go to work."

"Oh, okay. What time are the test results supposed to be ready?"

"Noon tomorrow," Daria reminded me. "Meet at the lab then?"

"Yeah, see you then. Fingers crossed." We hugged and went our separate...