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the Pretender.
"I don't think we're supposed to be up here So," the little boy whispered, his eyes wide as he pulled anxiously on the arm of a girl who looked remarkably like him.
"Shush, Sid, it isn't as though Daddy ever told us not to come up here," she retorted with childish logic, her eyes scanning the dusty room in fascination. "Let's look over here," she suggested, pulling him by the hand to a trunk under a window.
"You're going to get lock-jaw," the four year old boy stated, holding her back and meeting her deep eyes with his own brown pools.
"It's not even rusty, worry-wart," his twin sister laughed, brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her eyes with a cute smirk. "You are the only boy in the world who would stop me from opening a treasure chest in our very own attic."
"It's just an old trunk," Sid said sulkily, but his eyes gleamed with interest and he did not move to stop her a second time.
"Did you know Daddy was in the FBI?" Sophia asked, her eyes going wide at the plethora of information suddenly available within the trunk.
"Hey, and a fireman hat too," Sid added, pulling it out and putting it on his own head. "Maybe Mommy was a fireman!"
"No, it looks like Mommy was a doctor, I found a badge here that says so. Wait, Daddy was a doctor too, here's one for him. Daddy has a lot of these badges, he must have had a lot of jobs." Sophia said, rifling through the numerous laminated identifications.
"Look, a briefcase," Sid said excitedly, pulling out the silver DSA case. "It's really heavy, it must be important!"
Downstairs a door slammed.
"Oh no! Mom and Dad are home, put it back quickly," Sophia said, hurrying to put everything back into the trunk.
"I thought you said they wouldn't mind," Sid shrieked, stuffing his helmet into the trunk just before his sister shut the lid.
"They won't," Sophia said, thinking quickly, "but it might hurt Grandpa Sydney's feelings to know we got bored when he fell asleep and wandered around. If they think we were just playing cards in our room, then he won't feel bad. You don't want him to feel bad, so we should hurry up and get back there."
"Right," Sid said, not sure he believed her. He did what she wanted anyway, though. She would get them out of trouble just as easily as she got him into it, she always did.
"I don't think we're supposed to be up here So," the little boy whispered, his eyes wide as he pulled anxiously on the arm of a girl who looked remarkably like him.
"Shush, Sid, it isn't as though Daddy ever told us not to come up here," she retorted with childish logic, her eyes scanning the dusty room in fascination. "Let's look over here," she suggested, pulling him by the hand to a trunk under a window.
"You're going to get lock-jaw," the four year old boy stated, holding her back and meeting her deep eyes with his own brown pools.
"It's not even rusty, worry-wart," his twin sister laughed, brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her eyes with a cute smirk. "You are the only boy in the world who would stop me from opening a treasure chest in our very own attic."
"It's just an old trunk," Sid said sulkily, but his eyes gleamed with interest and he did not move to stop her a second time.
"Did you know Daddy was in the FBI?" Sophia asked, her eyes going wide at the plethora of information suddenly available within the trunk.
"Hey, and a fireman hat too," Sid added, pulling it out and putting it on his own head. "Maybe Mommy was a fireman!"
"No, it looks like Mommy was a doctor, I found a badge here that says so. Wait, Daddy was a doctor too, here's one for him. Daddy has a lot of these badges, he must have had a lot of jobs." Sophia said, rifling through the numerous laminated identifications.
"Look, a briefcase," Sid said excitedly, pulling out the silver DSA case. "It's really heavy, it must be important!"
Downstairs a door slammed.
"Oh no! Mom and Dad are home, put it back quickly," Sophia said, hurrying to put everything back into the trunk.
"I thought you said they wouldn't mind," Sid shrieked, stuffing his helmet into the trunk just before his sister shut the lid.
"They won't," Sophia said, thinking quickly, "but it might hurt Grandpa Sydney's feelings to know we got bored when he fell asleep and wandered around. If they think we were just playing cards in our room, then he won't feel bad. You don't want him to feel bad, so we should hurry up and get back there."
"Right," Sid said, not sure he believed her. He did what she wanted anyway, though. She would get them out of trouble just as easily as she got him into it, she always did.