When I came out of the bathroom, I found Cory sitting on the rocker in our
room playing his guitar. I stood there listening for a minute to his
beautiful voice. I was use to hearing him play. He looked up at me and
stopped playing and smiled at me, "Hi." He got up and began to gather his
things for his own shower, when I stopped him. "Cory, can we talk?" I
asked.
I guess it was something in my voice because he turned around and looked a little alarmed. "Sure," he said as he sat, "what's wrong?" I turned to the hallway and closed the door, so Cathy and Chris didn't here me.
My twin sat with me on my bed; I drew up my legs and put my arms around them. "Tell me again about what you remember from Foxworth Hall. What do you remember about Chris and Cathy?" Cory looked a little confused and he shook his head. "Carrie, you know what I remember. Chris and Cathy took care of us. They did the best they could and they made that room and attic a whole house for us. Why?" My hair was still damp from my shower and I moved it off my neck and said, "Remember Chris and Cathy argued this afternoon? When I came home tonight, the ballet music was playing from her room and her and Chris were dancing." Cory said, "Carrie, they always do that." I shook my head. "She was in her nightgown and his shirt was unbuttoned, half off. They seemed to be like.. in a fairytale." I looked up into his eyes, "Cory, they kissed the same way that you'd kiss a girlfriend." Blushing, I looked away from him and said, "The same why Alex kisses me." I quickly continued, "Think about it from the past several years. Do you think they could be in love with each other?"
I watched the emotions float across his face and knew that he was remembering all the times when Chris and Cathy were together. His blue eyes rested upon my face, "Maybe they are. They were older than us when they were locked up in that attic. It must have been harder for them. I mean Chris was 17 when we escaped, that is past the age of dating." I stood up and went to the bureau to get my brush. "Do you think we should say something? Let them know that we know? Chris had told Cathy that we weren't here and that is when she left him kiss her."
There was a knock on the door and I dropped the brush. I was being paranoid. I just didn't want to hurt their feelings. I loved Chris and Cathy very much. Chris opened the door. "Hi, I just wanted to remind you guys that we are going to New York tomorrow." His eyes searched first my face and then Cory's. He stepped further into the room, "You guys okay?" Cory gathered his things and said, "Yes, we are fine. We'll be ready for tomorrow. Good night, Chris." With that he left the room.
I guess it was something in my voice because he turned around and looked a little alarmed. "Sure," he said as he sat, "what's wrong?" I turned to the hallway and closed the door, so Cathy and Chris didn't here me.
My twin sat with me on my bed; I drew up my legs and put my arms around them. "Tell me again about what you remember from Foxworth Hall. What do you remember about Chris and Cathy?" Cory looked a little confused and he shook his head. "Carrie, you know what I remember. Chris and Cathy took care of us. They did the best they could and they made that room and attic a whole house for us. Why?" My hair was still damp from my shower and I moved it off my neck and said, "Remember Chris and Cathy argued this afternoon? When I came home tonight, the ballet music was playing from her room and her and Chris were dancing." Cory said, "Carrie, they always do that." I shook my head. "She was in her nightgown and his shirt was unbuttoned, half off. They seemed to be like.. in a fairytale." I looked up into his eyes, "Cory, they kissed the same way that you'd kiss a girlfriend." Blushing, I looked away from him and said, "The same why Alex kisses me." I quickly continued, "Think about it from the past several years. Do you think they could be in love with each other?"
I watched the emotions float across his face and knew that he was remembering all the times when Chris and Cathy were together. His blue eyes rested upon my face, "Maybe they are. They were older than us when they were locked up in that attic. It must have been harder for them. I mean Chris was 17 when we escaped, that is past the age of dating." I stood up and went to the bureau to get my brush. "Do you think we should say something? Let them know that we know? Chris had told Cathy that we weren't here and that is when she left him kiss her."
There was a knock on the door and I dropped the brush. I was being paranoid. I just didn't want to hurt their feelings. I loved Chris and Cathy very much. Chris opened the door. "Hi, I just wanted to remind you guys that we are going to New York tomorrow." His eyes searched first my face and then Cory's. He stepped further into the room, "You guys okay?" Cory gathered his things and said, "Yes, we are fine. We'll be ready for tomorrow. Good night, Chris." With that he left the room.