Jazz in Manehattan

Disclaimer prologue

Ch2

We sisters

"My child you have found her!“ exclaimed her mother, well their mother I suppose.

"Mama, what are you talking about,“ questioned Showtime.

“This is your sister, cherish each other my child,“ said her mother.

“I will mama,” said Showtime.

“Good, you’re my good girl, I love you Showtime,“ said her mother softly, slowly drifting off into the grim reapers grip.

“Mama, mama!” said Showtime shaking her mother gently, but she was all ready gone.

“I am so sorry,“ said Opal out of no where.

“What would you know about it, get out,“ said Showtime in grief and anger. She did not care that it was her sister, she had just kicked out, she just wanted to sob for days.

But Opal had not left, for her heart would not let her. “Really, I am sorry about your mother,” said Opal going in close to the mare she hardly knew and hugged her.

Showtime was shocked but then relaxed because the hug was a warm sense of love that she needed. “Why would you hug me, you hardly even know me,“ said Showtime.

“You look like you needed a hug,“ said Opal sincerely.

In the next few months, several things happened. They buried their mother, Showtime broke the news that they were sisters, at first Opal didn't believe her, but after going though several photo albums and looking at each others birth certificate, Opal was finally convinced. Opal then moved in with Showtime to help with rent, and she also needed a place to stay. Opal wrote to her father soon after she had moved in, and her father replied saying he would visit when he had enough bits. But soon Opal and Showtime became low on bits and had to search for a job.