“So you’re saying that you don’t want a baby?” Carrie’s glass of wine was empty so she leaned across the table to grab the last of the bottle.
“No, I’m just saying that if I didn’t have four already then I’d have another one.”
Scarlet had always been the traditional one of the two, even as kids when they played dress up Scarlet always insisted on playing the mother or the teacher and Carrie had to be the kid who didn’t know any better. As life progressed the two sisters stayed pretty close, even moving within half an hour walk from each other. Carrie had her mother’s genes, carefree and tousled blonde locks and an athletic figure. She was a freelance journalist, single, with two cats, living in the city. Scarlet took after their father, dark curly hair and an opinionated mouth. She had got married soon after leaving University, becoming a full time housewife looking after her husband and currently four children in a sleepy suburb of the city.
“What does Rick say?” Carrie knew what the answer would be but thought it’d amuse her to ask.
“Oh he’s indifferent, you know Rick.” Scarlet cooed, taking another sip of her wine and picking up the phone on the table. “Anyway enough about me, how’s that dirty bit of stuff you had on your arm last week sis?”
Carrie almost choked on her wine, “Who on earth do you mean?”
“I spotted you when I was out with Sarah last week, you were looking rather cosy with a guy in a baseball cap.” Scarlet grinned as she tapped away at the phone.
“Oh just some guy I met online, no one special, you know.” Carrie’s face flushed to match her sister’s namesake. She could feel the nausea building and reached inside her bag for her phone. “Have you spoken to Sarah about next week’s party by the way?”
“Where online? One of those sordid dating sites?” she probed.
“Match thingy. So did you ask her? I thought we could book a table at…”
Her words trailed off as she saw the look of horror on her sister’s face. The colour had drained from her usually rosy cheeks and her eyes were beginning to well up. There was nothing she could do now other than wait.
“Scarlet, give me my phone back.” She said calmly, hoping that her paranoia was for nothing.
Scarlet just sat there, her hand shaking as her finger scrolled down the phone.
“Scarlet, I think it’s a good idea to give me my phone now.” She begged, reaching forward and placing her wine glass on the table.
Scarlet finally looked up. “I cannot believe that you actually have naked pictures on your phone sis, it’s disgusting, I mean I just, what on earth have you been doing?”
Carrie’s relief was almost instant, but the adrenaline was still pumping as she snatched her phone back from her sister’s hand.
“Oh sis, I’ve always been the dirty one, it’s your job to keep me straight.” Her tone nervous but managing to deceive Scarlet.
“Ha, you sound like Rick!” Scarlet laughed, missing the brief look of despair on her sister’s face.
Carrie looked at the screen of her phone, clicked back through to her messages, clicked on ‘Rick’ and pressed delete.