Jessie

Helen

Let’s pretend.

Please.

I’m soo hungry. My stomach hurts.

Bless you, big sister. (eating sounds)

I’m sleeping.

Okay.
Let’s pretend we’re orphans.And our wicked stepmother has sent us to bed without our supper.
And she’s beaten me because I’m the oldest. Even though you were the one who stole the apples we ate for lunch.

Shh, go to sleep, she’ll hear us. I hear her big heavy feet now, pacing across the floor below us. Here, you can have this piece of biscuit I saved from breakfast.

I’m not your big sister. I’m your twin. So I’m the oldest, but only by a few minutes. But I’m still the one everyone thinks of as the oldest, because I’m more responsible. You’re the spunky younger twin who’s always getting into trouble.

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