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The Twins of Fire “What do you think about him, Diana?” Phoebe asked, straining to see the men below.
“Which one?” her sister replied. “The one with the silver uniform is too cute.” “No way!” Phoebe protested. “That one is mine!” “Sorry, but finder’s keepers, sis,” Diana retorted. “You can have the navy one.” “No. Too stiff for my tastes.” “I thought that was the idea.” “Get your mind out of the gutter,” Phoebe ordered. “Mother would freak if she heard you say that.” “But she won’t, or at least, she shouldn’t.” “Like I am going to rat. Come on, Di, we’re sisters. Twins even. Gotta stick together.” “You got it, Phebes. Through thick and thin, we’re the fire twins.” Giggling, they looked back on the unknowing victims below. For a moments, there was silence. Then, Phoebe sighed. “I’m bored. Now what are we going to do?” “I don’t know,” Diana replied, turning from the window. “Tour the palace.” Phoebe yawned with exaggeration. “Been there, done that.” “How about shopping?” “Great idea!” Phoebe grabbed her sister’s hand, heading for the door. “We’re wasting time, just sitting her. Let’s go!” “Right behind you,” Diana said, turning off the light. * * * * * The two girls were sitting in a sidewalk cafe later that afternoon enjoying some ice cream. Shopping bags were piled around them, boasting of their conquests. Diana glanced at the Crystal Palace in the distance. “Ever wonder what this mysterious conference is about, Phebes? And why the king and queen visited Mother the other day without any warning?” Phoebe shrugged. “Not really. Probably something really boring and not fun.” Diana looked at her sister critically. “You know that someday we will be doing that boring, not fun stuff ourselves.” “Oh, come on, Di. Don’t get all serious on me. That day will come when it comes. Right now, we get to live it.” “I know, Phebes, but don’t you ever worry about the future?” “Not really. Everything is basically planned for us already.” “I know,” Diana muttered. “That’s what’s worrying me.” “Don’t tell me that you want to be like Cami or Leda?” “What’s so wrong with be serious once in a while?” “Diana!” Phoebe cried in disgust. She leaned across the table toward her twin. “This is the prime of our youth. We will have plenty of time for being serious, but later. Don’t grow yourself too old too fast.” Phoebe rose from the table, gathering her shopping bags. “It’s time we headed back, I guess. We told Mother we’d back for dinner.” Diana reluctantly rose from the table, leaving a tip for the waitress. She grabbed the rest of the bags. “Maybe Mother will know something then.” “I hope she does, if it gets you in a better mood.” Laughing, Phoebe began walking toward the palace, leaving Diana to follow behind her. Pausing to glance at the sky, Diana whispered, “I just want a little adventure.” |
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