Twin Telepathy- Italics

Two Against Two

Chapter 11

Rob's Apartment

Paris, France

December 23, 1990-3:30 A.M. CET

(Linnie's PoV:)

I'm just sitting here on one of the couches, next to my twin sister, Megan, watching this horrible late night French movie on television. I look at the clock over the television, and it reads 3:30 A.M.. The rest of the family is asleep, except for my Mother, who's at the airport, trying to get a flight back home.

I'm unable to sleep, due to my worry for my little brother, Kevin, being home alone, despite feeling tired from the jet lag. So, I creeped out of the room I was sleeping in, and into the living room. I turned on the TV to this movie I'm currently watching. My twin sister joins me not long after. She must've felt my worrying and uneasiness through the bond we share.

"Are you okay, Linnie? I can sense a lot of negative emotions generating from you, through our bond,"My sister asks, though our bond, with a feeling of concern and worry. We only speak telepathically, through our bond, about things that are very personal or in a loud environment.

"I'm worried about Kevin, Megan. Since the family meeting at the airport, when Mom announced Kevin was home alone, that's all I've been able to think about. I wouldn't be able to cope, if something did happen to Kevin, Meg,"

"Don't cry, sis. Mom and Dad are doing their best to make sure Kevin is going to be okay. I've been worried about Kevin, too, to be honest. I have been feeling guilty about calling him helpless the night before we left home,"Megan shares, telepathically.

"I have been feeling guilty, too, Meg, about calling Kevin incompetent in French. You know I wouldn't worry so much, if Fred was at home with Kevin, instead of at the kennel. That dog would give his life, protecting Kevin,"

"I know what you mean, Linnie. Fred may be disgusting, but he's loyal and protective. I remember when he came through for us last Summer, when Buzz tried to get us in trouble. Fred got the best of him, and Buzz ended up in trouble,"

"I remember that day. We went to Funkytown Amusement Park, and we had a wild adventure. Hey, Meg, I was just wondering—you think there's a chance Uncle Buck could check on Kevin?"

"Linnie, I overheard from Dad that Uncle Buck was going to spend Christmas in California with his girlfriend's family" .

"What about Uncle Patrick?"

"He's spending Christmas in Indianapolis with Aunt Cindy's family. Uncle Patrick has been kind of a dick towards our Dad, anyways, for the past few years. So, I doubt he would check up on Kevin, even if he wanted to. His attitude makes Uncle Frank likeable, even though Uncle Frank is self-centered. The funny part is, Dad doesn't even know why our uncle is being a dick,"

"What about Christine?"

Megan telepathically sighs."You're really grasping at the straws now, Linnie. What makes you think our oldest sister would even care to check on Kevin? She hasn't been seen or heard from, since we were five years old, I think. My memories around that time are fuzzy. The only thing I can recall, is feeling sad that she was gone. What about you? Do you have any memories from the day Christine left home?"

"Like you, my memories are hazy. The only memories I have are those of being sad that she was not around, anymore. You know, on the plane, I had a strange feeling Christine praised my accomplishments, as if she was still around in spirit and watching over us,"

"Linnie, just don't get your hopes up about Christine coming back, because you had a dream or a feeling. Christine would've come back by now, if she was planning to come home. Enough time has passed. For all we might know, Christine could be dead,"

"Megan, how could you say something so horrible about our sister? If she was dead, our parents would've most-likely found out and told us,"

"Linnie, that's if she didn't change her identity and had plastic surgery, so she couldn't be found. I think being tired has given me the power to debate you, my dear twin sister,"

"I don't know if I should find that funny, or not," The mental conversation my twin sister and I are having is soon interrupted by another voice, which startles us.

"Megan, Linnie, why are you two still up at such a late hour?" asks the voice, coming from the hallway.

"Megan and I couldn't get to sleep, Aunt Georgette," I reply.

"Oh, you poor dears. The jet lag must be making it hard for you to sleep, since it would be around nine o'clock, Chicago time, and you girls would still be up. I have the same problem whenever I travel to Paris from New York City. And you know what helps me, when I can't sleep? A cup of hot chocolate. How about we go to the kitchen, and I can make you some?" she asks us, sagely.

Megan and I follow Aunt Georgette into the kitchen. We take a seat at the table, as she pulls out three cups and starts preparing the hot chocolate. That's when I speak up, "Aunt Georgette, the jet lag isn't the only thing keeping us awake. It's because Megan and I are also worried about our brother, Kevin, being home alone, and we're just afraid something is going to happen to him, before Mom or Dad can reach him,"

"Oh, my poor sweet nieces," Aunt Georgette replies, as she brings over three mugs of steaming hot cocoa.

Megan and I give her our thanks and take a sip. "That's good, and it feels so relaxing," Megan and I tell our Aunt.

"Glad you girls like it," Aunt Georgette says, smiling. She then takes a sip of her own hot chocolate. "You girls shouldn't worry, because I feel in my heart that your brother is going to be fine. Hopefully, things will work out that all of you will soon be on a flight back home, and will be reunited with your brother. Just have faith."

The worries I'm having soon ease about Kevin being home alone. Through our bond, Megan is feeling the same way, due to part of our Aunt's words of hope and encouragement, and the relaxing effects of her hot chocolate.

"You girls seem at ease now. The hot chocolate must be doing its job. So, how about all of us return to bed and get at least a few hours of sleep, before the sun rises?"

Megan and I can't help but agree with our Aunt, before we return to the room, where we were sleeping.

"Night, Linnie. Love you. See you in the morning," Megan tells me, as we crawl under the covers.

"Night, Meg. Love you, too," I tell her back.

I silently tell my Mother, Kevin, and Christine that I love them. I hope they're safe, and I wish them "goodnight", before crawling under the blankets and falling asleep. The brightness of the Eiffel Tower glowing through the window, being the last thing I see, before nodding off and entering the Land of Dreams…

Scene Break

De Gaulle Airport

Paris, France

December 23, 1990-3:49 A.M. CET

(Kate's PoV:)

I've been sitting here at the airport, for what seems like forever, dozing off and on, feeling tired and groggy, while waiting for a cancellation of any airline seat that comes available. I have been dreaming about all of my children during the periods, when I doze off.

I'm affected the most, when the dreams involve my youngest son, Kevin, who is currently home alone, or my oldest child, Christine, who I miss so much. I wish she would just come home from whatever place she ran away to, but I know that's an unlikely miracle I'm asking for to happen.

The dreams I've been having and the whole situation about Kevin being home alone has unburied old, painful memories about Christine. Memories that I've tried to keep buried, since that awful day she left home. Maybe the memories represent my deepest fear of being permanently separated from Kevin or any of my children.

Also, I fear Kevin will resent me for leaving him behind and run away from home. The heartache of losing another child is something I can't bear going through ever again. The first time with Christine was painful enough and still is, even though I tried my hardest to bury those feelings.

Part of me is starting to believe that Christine was right, after all, about Peter and I being bad parents, because no good parent would leave their child home alone. And that it's partly my fault that Christine left home, and doing a better job of showing that I loved her would have stopped it.

Another part of me is saying that I'm not a bad parent, that I did a good job in showing how much I love them, and that I shouldn't blame myself for Christine leaving. I feel so conflicted right now, as I sit back in my seat, crying silent tears…

(Airport Intercom)

"Flight nine-three-two to Boston, connecting to Dallas is now boarding. Would standby passenger, Kate McCallister, please report to the ticket counter?"

The announcement over the intercom jolts me out of my sleepy thoughts. A sense of hope shines brightly, as I make my way over to the ticket counter and smile. "Kevin, sweetheart, fear no more, because Mom is coming home…"

END