This isn’t a story about two sisters after the same man. It’s a story about the same man after two sisters.

Rose and I are “Irish twins”, eleven months apart. She’s brunette and I’m blonde and we’re both…well, let’s just say we have hourglass figures. Which is why Mr. Knutsen won’t leave us alone. He wants us to make TV commercials for him, wearing tight sweaters and short skirts and acting amazed at the great buys available at “Krolly Knutsen’s Kar Korral”. But we refuse. We Jeffries are good, honest girls, and we will not shill for Kreepy Knutsen. No way.

Till the day we sit down, add up our bills, and realize we’ve got maybe a month before we crash and burn.

Rose looks at me and sighs. “Maybe I can get evening shifts at 7-Eleven after I get off from Macy’s.”

“Then who’s going to watch Mom at night while I waitress?”

The thing is, there just aren’t that many jobs available near the freeway exit we call home. One of us could look for work in the big city, but that would leave the other one responsible for Mom 24/7 and soon two Jeffries women would need round-the-clock care.[http://www.streav.com/docs/truth-in-advertising/]