One day she would have the nerve to invite her sister to her London, Marlena thought, though today was not that day. Vera could visit the capital whenever she cared to, of course, but Lena drew a distinction between London and her London. The London that had the ABC and other attractions. And her flat.

Unfortunately it had very little food and none of the home comforts that her sister seemed to exude from her very being. (Notably, she did not feel this way about Helga.) What would her sisters think of how she lived if they could see it in all it’s glory?

“Would you mind if we didn’t? I keep running into people from work and I need to talk to you about something in private,” she admitted as she slipped from the counter.

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MJ: still raising the graphics bar as of 2022