As soaked as me. Ahead. Bolder, one must admit with a sense of chagrin. Younger, it must be said because everything counts and nothing does. Lovely an... perfect regardless.The tent lies ahead, reaching into the sky, circusy and colourful, striped, slanted, big. The edges turned up slightly, bulging down and arcing up, water collected in the distended material, water balloons sighing with envy. She glances back at me, catching my gaze for a second. Something glistens in her eye slightly, from the. No one else could see the colors, but that was OK. She learned not to talk about them too much, and all was well.The horrors started in 3rd Grade.She had been sleeping that night with her left arm under her body. The weight, naturally, cut off some of the blood flow, causing it to tingle. Her arm was "asleep", which in turn woke her up. Groaning, Cindi turned her head towards that side of her body, lifted her chest, and pulled her arm out where she could see it.Orange monsters with thousands of. No problems." Then come, by all means."The mellow 'ping' of the intercom sounded less than fifteen minutes later."Yes?" It's me, Boss." Uncertainty in Jen's voice again. I pressed the door release."Come on up, Jen."When I opened the door, I didn't speak; just bowed and swept my hand in a theatrical 'come in' gesture. Jen met my eyes, and slid past me. She slipped out of her shoes and I followed her jeans-clad, shapely rear as she padded barefoot into the lounge."Glass of wine, Jen?" Please .... Is not going away.’ I asked if they were twins, even though they did not look much alike. ‘Yes, what is word… We are fraternal twins, two eggs.’ Yesterday, over way too much vodka punch, they had told me the story of being sent from Russia to their uncle Ivan in Brooklyn when they finished elementary school. Their mother, a divorced mathematics professor, told them there was no future for academics in Omsk, and they should study hard in America and make careers there. Even though there was a.