Marji

Before I can change my mind, I’m greeted. Standing at the ready is a pretty woman with red hair, wearing a black mask studded with rubies. “Welcome to Lace and Leather, I’m Dorothy.”

“I’m...” I recall now that the instructions—the ones that mention bringing a mask—also say to use a pseudonym. I’m drawing a blank. And then I recall I spoke to my twin sister this afternoon. While I am certain she wouldn’t be pleased I would use her name ...