The shirts were too big on both of them.
This was something I noticed and chose not to comment on.
Eva had both hands wrapped around the hem of mine, the fabric falling past her thighs, her light green hair still slightly loose from before. She had tucked herself against my left side.
The other Eva had rolled the sleeves up to her elbows. She was leaning against my right side, head resting against my shoulder, dark green hair falling across the fabric. Eyes half-closed. Not sleeping. Just existing in the room the way she existed in everything.....fully present without particularly announcing it.
I stared at the ceiling.
'I cannot keep calling them both Eva,' I thought. 'That is going to cause problems.'
I said it out loud without actually deciding to.
"I need to call you something different."
The other Eva opened one eye.
"Is that so."
"It's a logistics issue."
"I didn't say it wasn't."
