Chapter 16: The Twins
"Mom, we heard Sylvia's back." The one on the left said. This was Peter, he and his brother had been enraged when they had heard that Sylvia had met with pick pockets, and if not because Anna had strictly forbidden them from leaving the buiy, they would have already rushed out to protect their little sister and pummel the cretins that dared lay hands on her
"Where is she is she alright?" Paul inquired impatiently. Drake who they hadn't yet noticed was listening from behind them, they both sounded quite young.
"Seriously you two, I've told you several times to use the door. What if I was in an important meeting?" Anna shook her head exasperated.
"But we know you don't have any meetings today." Peter refuted.
"You should still knock." She asserted.
"But, that's too much work" Paul chimed in complaint
"Still knock! Don't you know it's not gentlemanly to just walk in on a lady?" she chided.
"Cough! Cough! I'm sorry, scratch that. Lady?" Peter coughed and cleared his throat interrupting. Then continued, "I hate to break it to you woman, but your days of being a 'lady' are long gone."
Paul nodded with certainty while pointing out, "That's right. In time of old, guys like us would already have had children of their own in some tribes. So you are just one step from being a grandmother." He then added, "As for being gentlemen, we are your children first, before we are gentlemen."
Peter shook his head firmly, "I'm sorry o... lady, but there's nothing we can do about it." and Paul nodded as though this fact couldn't be refuted.
The two were synced, Drake almost laughed when he saw how they played off each other. But then he suddenly felt something wasn't right. 'Hold on, did I just miss something?'