Mirroring

Young and foolish, she did what she liked  Except for when they were very young, Marge and her sister almost never shared anything.  Sibling rivalry had nothing on them.  It was only a telegram, just a simple telegram, but it had more power than a thousand bombs.

Green dress, black shoes and a hair change or two later, she ended up on her sister's immaculately-maintained doorstep, trying to decide how to ring the doorbell.  Everything had to be right, had to be perfect and precise, or this...