Tag:<b>Jenny</b>.<br/><br/>Molly hadn't even noticed the Asian girl in the bottom bunk next to her top bunk until she spoke up. Not when she arrived or at group but unless she was the ghost of some inmate who had died here she must have been, at least at group. Leaning over the edge of her bed Molly looked down at the Black-haired rather cute girl who had just sat up. Molly's long red hair was hanging down both sides of her face and probably covering most of it.<br/>"Well hello to you too, Jenny," she said with a smirk brushing across her lips like a light breeze through a field of grass.<br/>"I am the unfaithful wife of Leopold Bloom," she began referencing her literary namesake but then her smile widened.<br/>"Nah. I'm not. Leo was my twin brother," she explained and went on to explain how her mother had been a a wide-eyed college student infatuated with James Joyce's Ulysses and her literature professor at Columbia, whom she married partly because his last name was Bloom. When a year later she had dizygotic twins, a boy and a girl, she insisted on naming them Leo and Molly.<br/>"And people wonder why I act as if life is nothing but one big surreal work of art," she concluded and then tapped a finger to the side of her forehead.<br/>"Doc said I've got something called D.I.D and D.P.D.R but I don't trust doctors to tell me who I am. Hell I don't even now who I am. I might as well be Siobhan McLaughlin for all I know or care. You're cute though."