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You know, being a twin is about the greatest thing in the world. You see,

sisters who share a room, especially one this tiny and cramped, would fight and

argue all the time.

But not Samir and me.

We've mastered the art of compromise.

Hi, Tia. Hi, Samir.

Still hard at work?

No, I'm waiting for a bus.

Why? Um, did you need to use the computer?

No, I just like asking the same question every ten minutes.

No, not really.

Then quit bugging me every ten minutes.

You sure?

Yeah. I got a short story to read. I could have finished War and Peace by

Dang, what's with her? We used to be able to hang in this room 24 -7.

Lately, every time she comes in, all I can think of is... I can't even hear

myself think in here!

Look, um, tell you what, Samara.

How...

Take a break and you can use the computer.

Sure you don't mind?

Oh, no. Why should I mind?

I mean, this report only counts for half my grade.

Okay. As long as it's not important.

I wonder how much it would cost for a twinectomy.

See ya. Bye.

See how easy that was? Like I said, being a twin means learning the art of

compromise.

It's either that or we kill each other.

to be even though i'm glad to be with you i gotta feel the

thrill for me like you got to do what's right for you

Morning, Ray.

You just in time for Grandma Etta's fabulous French toast?

Uh, no thanks. I'm still hopping from the last batch.

It's safe. This time I left off the prune sauce.

Grandma Etta was tight, but Lord, could she cook.

Well, in that case, pass me over a plate.

Ooh, Grandma Etta's French toast.

Come on, George, what makes you think you were invited to breakfast?

Same thing that made you think that tie is coming back.

Don't you make me put you out.

Sorry, Mr. Campbell.

I just need to fortify myself so I can carry all the twins' books.

Well, mostly Tia's.

Tamara's I can fit in my back pocket. Wait a minute.

Are you telling me you take the girls' books to school every day?

Of course not.

Just Monday through Friday.

Come here, son.

We need to talk.

Roger, you are a man.

Almost.

You can't let women walk over you like this.

But what if I want them to?

We need to talk longer.

Ah, here you go, Tamara, Grandma Etta's fabulous French toast.

Thanks, Lisa, but I am not going to school with prune breath.

One time I put in prune sauce and I'm still living it.

Tia, will you hurry up? I can't be late.

Well, we're not leaving until I find my green sweater in that rat mess we call a

bedroom. Well, did you check in the sweater pile under my bed?

No, because my sweater doesn't belong in a pile. It belongs in my closet where

you found it.

What is it?

Grandma Etta's fabulous French toast.

Prune -free.

The toast, not Etta. Oh, sorry, Mom. No time. I have to plow through Tamera's

piles. Well, don't mess anything up and make it snappy. Well, I don't want to be

late either.

You know, maybe if I could find my own personal property once in a while, we

wouldn't have this problem. Besides, it's my day to drive, and we're not

until I find my green sweater.

Lisa, I love Tia, but lately she's been working my last nerve.

Oh, honey, you're too young to have nerve.

I'm serious.

Sharing a room with Tia is like being in the army. Up at six, lights out at

nine. I even caught her bouncing a quarter off my bed.

Have you talked to her about it? What am I supposed to say? Don't tell me what

to do with my room first.

Uh, no, Tamara, I don't think you should use those exact words, but I do think

you should talk to her.

Well, I can't. She's avoiding me.

Every time I come in the room, she leaves.

She slept in your studio for the past three nights. Well, I told her she could

go in there and study. You know what a nut she is about being quiet.

When I used to read her bedtime stories, she'd make me whisper.

I think it's more than that, Lisa.

Well, she has been putting in a lot of hours on that history report.

But she turned in the history report two days ago.

Oh, well, then maybe she is avoiding you.

Why don't you ask her?

Ask me what?

Um, where'd you find the green sweater?

In my closet. Bye, Ma.

Thanks, Lisa. I'm sorry we didn't have time for your French toast.

Oh, that's okay.

You having it for lunch?

Hey, Mom.

Hi. Are you busy? Oh, I'm never too busy for you.

Make it fast. I'm working.

On what?

On gowns for Miss Patti LaBelle.

Oh, can you believe it? She saw my designs at a charity fashion show.

This is my third order this week.

Mom, you're an overnight sensation.

Yeah. It only took me 15 years.

So, what brings you up here?

Tamir's radio.

Mom, she's blasting it so loud the neighbors are calling in for requests.

Well, baby, you are always welcome here.

Thanks.

But not here. Over there somewhere.

you and tamera i don't know mom lately living with tamera has been driving me

nuts i swear her piles of junk multiply during the night i even think this

morning won't grab my foot have you talked to her about it well no

because it's really her room you know just like this is your studio and ray

his den there's not a single place in this house i can call my own

Uh, baby, I'm sensing that you have some issues.

Yeah, well, if I do, it's the only thing I have in this house.

Tia, now, you girls have been living here together for four years. Now, that

room is just as much yours as it is hers.

Yeah, but I don't feel that way.

Well, she knows something's bothering you.

How do you know?

She talked to me about it.

Oh, so she's complained to you about me?

Yeah, just like you complaining to me about her.

Now you need to leave out the middleman and talk to each other.

Mom, I can't.

If I do, it's going to sound like I don't want to be with her.

And spending the night in my studio doesn't send the same message?

I haven't been here that much.

Three nights in a row. You keep it up, I'm going to have to get a credit card

imprint.

Okay, okay, fine.

I'll talk to her.

Later.

Well, fine.

I'll get back to sketching and you get to studying.

Tamara, guess what?

Roger just pulled his first fuel pump.

I'm saving the old one for my scrapbook.

Impressive. Now, um, if you wash your hands, I'll let you help me fold the

sheets. I'm there.

Could you give up a little water, Mr. Campbell?

Roger, let me ask you a question.

Why did we just pull that fuel pump?

Because it was broken.

More importantly, because it was the manly man thing to do.

And now the manly man thing to do is to go back out there and change the oil.

But then I can't help Tamara.

Exactly.

Son, why don't you start folding sheets for a woman? It's a short trip to

holding her purse at the mall.

Ben.

Hey, Roger.

Whatever it is, forget it.

I'm helping Mr. Campbell with the car.

Hey.

Hey.

Out in your mom's studio again?

Yep.

Studying.

So, do you need any help?

Sure.

Here, let me do that. Tia, I think I know how to fold a sheet.

Well, then... What do you call that?

Extreme folding.

Well, it's jacked. Well, it doesn't bother me.

Well, you see, that's the problem.

Nothing bothers you. Not junk piles, not loud music, not toothpaste chews with

the caps left off. Oh, Tia, I got stuff that bothers me.

Stuff like alphabetized CDs, folding your dirty clothes, or dusting the

Oh, so you're saying you got a problem with me? Wasn't that what you're saying

about me? Well, that's exactly what I'm saying. Well, let me tell you what I'm

saying. Since you can't stand being around me anymore, then why don't you

let me have my... face. Well, you know what, Tamara? Nothing would make me

happier. Good, because I never want to see your ugly face again.

Then don't look in the mirror.

How's my two favorite girls? Fine. Fine.

Okay.

Honey, would you like some milk with that?

Nope. I like it dry.

Nice family dinner to settle your differences.

I'll get it.

Hello? No, this is Tia.

Yeah, Tamir's here.

That's it.

Come back here, young lady, and you sit right down. But, Dad, she... Sit down,

and you stay.

Nobody is leaving this table until you talk about what's on your mind.

Tamara? I have nothing to say to her.

Tia? And neither do I.

Except when a person has a problem with another person, she should do that

person the courtesy of telling it to her face instead of complaining to that

person's mother. Well, a person wouldn't have to talk to another person's mother

if that person hung around the room long enough to have a person -to -person

conversation with that person.

Now we're talking.

Am I that person's mother?

Well, if this person...

would talk to this person, and you would speak from your heart, then maybe we

could talk this thing through.

Look, Samira, you're my sister, and I love you more than anyone in the world.

Gee, you mean everything to me.

Now, that wasn't hard, was it? But my real problem is, even though I know you

love me, I've been afraid you don't like me anymore.

Of course I like you, Tamira. I was afraid of getting on your nerves.

You see how wrong you were? Well, actually, you were getting on my nerves.

Oh, my bad.

Truth is, you were getting on mine, too.

Yeah. Why didn't you say something?

You know, maybe it's just that you girls love each other so much that you're

afraid to hurt the other's feelings.

Yeah, it's only natural that as you grow up, you become different people.

Ray's right.

We are different people.

Yeah, and if we respect those differences, we should be able to get

Yeah, and if we get on each other's nerves, I'll just go crash out and race

Hold it. No, wait a minute.

I have a better idea.

I think it's time for Tia to have a room of her own.

You want us to split up, but the only reason we're living here is so Tamir and

can be together.

Well, that's how it started, but after four years, we've become a family.

A weird one, but a family nonetheless.

Separate rooms won't change that.

There's such a thing as too much togetherness.

Really? There is?

Think about it.

You wake up together, you go to school together, you come home together.

Then you go in the same room together.

I'm feeling crowded just hearing you talk about it.

You need breathing room.

I guess it would be nice to have my own space.

Yeah, it would.

I mean, for the both of us.

Well, then it's settled.

We'll play out the basement so that Tia can have her own room.

Now, if you ladies would excuse me, Roger and I are going to watch the game

in my den.

Oh, girl, I am so happy that all of this worked out.

Now... Oh, the basement is so cold and icky. Yeah, Mom, it's too far away.

Why can't I move into Ray's den? It's right next door.

Now, you know that it's not going to happen. My dad wouldn't leave that room

the house was on fire.

Then forget it, Mom. I mean, if I'm not next to you, then I don't want to do

this. Me neither.

Ladies, ladies.

Cleopatra got a man to give her a whole country.

All we need to do is capture one little old den.

Well, Mr. Campbell, the place is really hooked up.

You bet it is.

I earmarked this room for the very beginning as my sanctuary.

It's a little small, but it has everything.

Man -sized TV, comfortable chairs, and a fully stocked fridge.

You know, if you defrost the thing, you can get a lot more than two bottles in

here.

Overlooking the most important feature of this room.

No women allowed.

Hooray! May we come in?

Got fresh -baked cookies.

Put your guard up, Roger. They want something.

Come in.

Your favorite whole -house cookie.

With nuts.

Thank you.

Is there something else?

As a matter of fact, there is.

Go ahead.

It's about the new bedroom. The girls are having a difference of opinion, so

need a logical, objective point of view.

I see.

Go ahead.

Well, Dad, we can't decide which one of us gets the spare room in the basement,

and I think it should be me.

Well, wait a minute.

Why do you get to create your own dream room?

Oh, well, you just want it because it's closer to the kitchen.

Nuh -uh. I want it because it has a private entrance.

But I need it. It's soundproof. I can make all the noise I want.

No, I don't like that.

Private entrance, soundproof. You'd be having a party down there, and nobody

would have had any idea.

I've heard enough.

The solution is obvious.

Now, neither of you young ladies are mature enough to handle what amounts to

private apartment.

If anyone deserves the private entrance to be next to the kitchen and the

soundproof room, it should be the man of the house. And that is me. End of

discussion.

Cookie?

Now, would you ladies please excuse us so that we can finish watching the game?

Sure, Dad.

Whatever you say.

Ray Campbell? You're a regular Judge Judy.

Well, Roger, I hope you understand what just happened here.

I sure do.

You let the women in here and they took away your sanctuary.

But you have forgotten what I have gained.

Yeah. A cinder block room with no windows that floods in the winter.

Cookie?

Two weeks of hard work, but I love my new room, Tamara.

It is slimy.

This is second best room in the house.

But then what's the first?

Let me show you.

Come on.

Ta -da!

Oh, my gosh, Tamara.

You know what? I have to give you your props, girl. This room has a nice vibe.

Thank you. Your room has a nice vibe, too.

Thanks.

Well, uh, I guess I'll go back to my room now.

Night.

Night.

I just had a thought. Yeah?

What if you have another grasshopper dream?

I won't have the grasshopper dream. Well, how do you know?

Because you have the grasshopper dream.

What are you still doing up?

I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd get some laundry done.

What are you doing up?

Getting some tea.

Lord, what is wrong with me tonight?

I'm doing this worse than Tamara.

It's hard thinking about the girls growing up.

Yeah. Seems like just yesterday they were babies.

Now they got their own rooms.

Pretty soon they'll be going off to college, getting married, and before you

know it, We'll be grandparents.

You speak for yourself, Pawpaw.

Now, Lisa, there's nothing wrong with change.

It's part of life.

Yeah, you're right, Ray.

Funny thing is that people don't even realize that they've changed.

99. 99.

Oh, oh, by the way, Ray, when we go to the mall tomorrow, could you carry my

purse?

It's me.

Hi, Tamara.

What's up?

Nothing. What are you doing?

I was about to go to sleep.

Hey, me too.

I guess a twin thing still works even though we're in separate rooms.

Ow!

Hey, you're right.

Cool.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Are you sure? Because I can't see you.

Yeah, Tia.

Hey, I got an idea.

Get your pillow.

What? Well, if we sleep with our heads at the end of the bed, we can see each

other.

You know what, Tamir?

I like the way you think.

This separate bedroom thing is going to be a piece of cake.

Nice.

Don't let the grasshopper bite.

to talk to another person's mother if that person hung around the room long

enough don't look at them they don't know either