"Done," Dalia said, flipping her glass over and setting it on the table. "I win."

"For Heaven's sake," Flo, Dalia, and Lucille's mother said. "Does everything have to be a competition with you girls?"

"Of course it does," Dalia remarked. "I'm the best and I have to prove my superiority in every way. And I have to try my best to humble Dalia, or her head will get so fat we could fly her in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade," Lucille said.

"You two are sisters; you are supposed to have each other's backs," Flo said.

"Your mother is right," Bob (Dalia and Lucille's father) piped in.

"There's no greater bond than family," Bob said.

"Are you excited for your play on Friday?" Flo asked Lucille.

"I can't think about anything else," Lucille admitted. Bob glanced over at Dalia.

"You nervous about the Conference Championship?"

"We're going to pulverize the Billy Goats," Dalia said.

"That's my girl," Bob said, slapping Dalia a high five.

"That's right," said Flo. "Both the girls' events are this Friday."

"So what?" Bob asked.

"Who's going to which event?" Flo asked.

"I figured I would go to Dalia's basketball game and you would go to Lucille's play," Bob stated.

Flo shook her head. "You always go to Dalia's sporting events. I think you should go to Lucille's play and I should go to Dalia's basketball game." Dalia snickered.

"You hate basketball."

"I don't hate basketball. I don't understand it but I don't hate it.

"Dad can't miss my game. He's my good luck charm," Dalia said. Flo rolled her eyes.

"There's no such thing as good or bad luck. Don't be so superstitious."

Dalia and Bob exchanged skeptical looks.

"I don't want Dad going to my play if he doesn't want to go," protested Lucille. A light bulb went off in Bob's head. His face became a mask of shame.

"Honey," Bob began. "I'm sorry; I'd love to go to your play."

"The play's The Tell-Tale Heart," Flo chimed in. "It's pretty similar to those old 70's and 80's era slasher flicks you like."

"Oh yeah?" Bob's ears perked up. "Sweet."

"The bus is almost here," Flo said. "You girls don't want to miss it."

"I'm going to need a ride home from rehearsal today," Lucille said.

"I'll pick you up after work," Bob assured his daughter.

"Great, thanks Dad," Lucille said. The halls of EA Poe High School are painted purple, while the lockers and the floor are standard gray. Lucille stood by her locker fidgeting with the lock.