”“Typical! Good girl!”“Have you still got Granny’s and would you let me give it to her?”“Happily but it’s a bit old fashioned.”“I ...don’t think that will matter one bit. I’ve always thought it beautiful and I’m sure Grace will.”“OK.”“Could I give it to her when we come to lunch and then you can join in the fun as well?”“That’s a lovely idea.”“Thanks, Mum, very, very much.”“Not at all. Much better than just sitting in its box in a drawer. I may have to steal a bit of your Dad’s precious gin to. Anyway Uni flew by and my "sister" would always be defensive of me in front of other girls, I think without her, I would not have got through Uni, we shared a lot of information on what we received from our lectures and were always helping each other out with our studies. By the time Uni came to an end, we both went our separate ways but kept in communication, she moved out of town and I remained in town, a few years later she got a transfer with her employer and moved back to town. What was a. “Ok so a couple of months after the twins had decided to hang around a while, the three off us decided someone had to know how to tell which was which---you know for emergencies, like medical or something, or if they were separated. It's one thing to tell which is which when they're both in the room; but telling who each twin is by himself---now that's fuckin hard. So—have ya'll never noticed the tats on the bois back shoulder”? Kyle pipes up first “Ya, I seen them. Twin 1, and Twin 2”, “never. My dark eyes are electric as I walk over to the love seat directly facing her, not pulling my eyes away for a second. As I got closer, she realized my eyes were a deep, dark green. She wanted to reach out and feel the short, dark stubble on my cheeks, but resisted. I sat down and MY eyes fell to her legs again. Heat rose in her face and she suddenly feels as she is on display for the entire lobby. She smiles again when she realized she can't decide which scared her more: that others might be.