Sometime later, I found Lucy and Sheila sitting at the kitchen table, laughing at a video that had apparently just finished. There was a pair of pink rubber gloves holding a tablet over the table, but they did not coordinate with the outfit either girl was using. Lucy was, as almost always, in my old gray long-sleeved polo shirt, with her new matching leggings, while Sheila was in a plain white t-shirt and tight blue jeans. Lucy's sleeves rested on the table, not particularly close to the gloves.

"Hey," Sheila said, turning toward me.

"I know you've seen that video, or one like it," Lucy said. "The ones where a thick girl asks the viewer if they like girls with boobs, booty, and a flat stomach, except the girl doesn't have a flat stomach. They're funny, but I kinda feel bad for those girls."

"Why would you feel bad?"  I said. "The videos are popular or they wouldn't keep making them."

"Here," Lucy said, "I'll show you." But where Sheila had shifted in her chair to face me. Lucy's chair rose from the floor, turned so she was facing me, then lowered again.

"You want a girl with boobs?" Lucy said, moving her sleeves toward her boobs and lifting them with invisible hands. But before she could continue Sheila cut in.

"Like that was in question," Sheila said with a laugh. One pink glove put the tablet down on the table while the other approached Sheila and reached for her chest.

'Uh-uh," Sheila said, swatting at the floating glove with an empty sleeve. "Go get yourself a bra or a shirt and play with your own."

"Maybe that's what Pinkie thought she was doing," I said, remembering that at the very beginning, Sheila and Pinkie appeared to be the same entity.

Lucy made a tongue-clicking sound. "Are y'all gonna let me do this, or what?"

"Sorr-ree," Sheila said, patting Lucy's shoulder. "Go on."

"OK. You want a girl with booty? I got you." She got up from the chair and did a half-turn, bouncing slightly as if to make sure all attention was on her curvy round butt. "I got you," she said, swinging her sleeve and slapping her butt with an unseen hand.

"You want a girl with a flat stomach?" she said, turning to face me once again. "I can do you one better. Come help me, Pinkie." Lucy pulled up the hem of her shirt, showing the nothingness inside. Pinkie's gloves waved through the space where Lucy's midriff would be like a seasoned game-show presenter, as Lucy continued. "No stomach!"

Lucy and Sheila cracked up at their version of the meme. Maybe I'll get them to record it and put it online one day...