Writing books and living with twins is getting hectic so he goes to the countryside for a break or is it supposed to be.
It was obvious he wasn’t going anywhere for a while, so I turned to the twins. “If you two want to dance don’t wait for me. I’d like to catch up with Jake.”
“Okay,” Jane replied, “we’ll go and check out the bands.”
They both took a few sips of their drinks, then left. Jane went to check out the band in the garden bar and Phyllis the lounge bar.
About fifteen minutes later, I was still chatting with Jake when I saw Jane come out of the garden bar and go into the bathroom in this lounge.
A few minutes later, Phyllis came out of the lounge bar and also went into the bathroom.
Five minutes later, they both came out. Jane leant over and whispered something to Phyllis. They both giggled and went in opposite directions from what they had come.
It was obvious that they were up to something and I chuckled.
“So, what’s so funny? “ Jake asked.
I explained to Jake that the twins had switched bars and by the look on their faces, they were up to something.
“How can you tell which is which?”
“When you have lived with them for as long as I have, it’s quite easy.”
“You live with both of them?”
“Yeah, it must be two years or more, now.”
“No wonder you’re so thin,” he chuckled.
Sometime later, the twins came out again and came over to the table.
“So, what have you two been up to?” I asked, trying to look stern.
“Nothing.” They both replied in unison and tried to look innocent.
“It doesn’t look like it,” I said and started to smile. It had been impossible to retain my stern appearance with the look on their faces.
They finished their drinks and put their glasses on the table.
“Can I get you another drink?” I asked them.
“No thanks,” they both said together, “Wait till we come back.”
As they headed off, I noticed that they switched rooms again. “Oh, no,” I said almost under my breath, but Jake heard me.
I told him that Jane had gone back into the garden bar and Phyllis, the lounge.
“You have no idea what these two are like,” I told him. “Any male is fair game to them and I’m no exception.”
“It must be fun living with them.”
“It is. It really is.”