Two waited for Kadoya to tell him what was expected of him. Even knowing this was just a ploy to get him out of the way so Killa could get her ride; he had gone along with it for some reason. His mouth twisted into a smirk, he was surprised the old program was willing to let him loose among a bunch of humans, some of them children, especially since Killa had hinted at something unpleasant occurring between them.
One did all the talking before he left, agreed that they would teach, stated that they "enjoyed" the class, and listed the various techniques they could teach the humans. Two had felt One's genuine excitement through their connection; he really did like this place, and actually anticipated they would be accepted here since Kadoya was a program as well. Sometimes One's curiosity interfered with his common sense; did he really think they would be welcome here when Kadoya learned how Two had conducted himself with Killa? Unlikely.
And that girl, first flirting with him, then rejecting him, then crying-the Merovingian was right, it was a game, all a game, and she was just another player in the game, that's all. So why did he feel guilty?
"So, you have offended her." Kadoya finally broke the silence. Two gazed at him without expression, refused to answer. Kadoya returned the gaze placidly, then said, "She appeared unharmed, apparently this is not a mission for the Merovingian?"
"No." Two stated flatly.
"She brings you here then?"
"No. We are curious about you." Two watched Kadoya from behind his sunglasses. The program nodded, said nothing, seemed to be waiting for more explanation. Two gritted his teeth and said, "We have never met a program who chose to reproduce with a human; we have heard of such aberrations, but never met with one." That was somewhat a lie. He knew of others, but none of them were aware he knew about their activities. He had One were skilled at aquiring information, much of which they kept to themselves.
Kadoya stated flatly, "You work for one. The Matrix is full of the Merovingian's children, those that he hasn't managed to have eliminated."
Two considered, yes, a few of the human-program hybrid targets they had terminated bore a resemblance to the Merovingian. Most of the human dirty work went to the Vampires, the twins primarily took care of the Merovingian's personal safety, but occasionally they were sent out, especially if the target was particularly important, or had managed to evade the vampires. Two had wondered what the last target had done to offend, he was just a mousy little man who'd done nothing of note, hacked into nothing, didn't even know who the Merovingian was, he just knew he was being hunted by monsters for some reason. Now Two knew the man's offense, he'd been born. Two felt disgust at the Merovingian's lack of discretion, it was easy enough to modify your code to prevent pregnancy.
"I would be, hmm, less than happy if something were to happen to Killa."
Was the fool threatening him, Two wondered? His lips pulled back into a sneer, "She is not a target."
"Good. And as for you?"
"We do not intend to harm her." Two inadvertently emphasized the word "intend."
"But you think you already have? How so? And you seem to regret it." Kadoya's perception was unnerving; Two wondered how long the program had been exiled, what his purpose had been before exile. Just how powerful was he?
"We indicated our interest, she rejected it, we misinterpreted the data." Two paused. "She cried."
"Ah." Kadoya waited.
"We did not mean to make her cry." Why was he justifying himself?
Kadoya looked at him appraisingly, then said, "You and your "brother" are one being, correct?"
"Yes, mostly." And your point? This program was beginning to irritate him.
"Hmm, she will see you both here. You will have an opportunity to interact more." Kadoya paused, looked mischievous, then continued, "You should spar with her tomorrow, if she'll let you." Two said nothing, stood there with his arms across his chest looking bored. "Change your clothes and join the class when you are ready."
Two headed for the locker room as One entered the dojo. When he heard Kadoya pointing them out as his new teachers, Two turned, smirked at the students and had the pleasure of seeing most of them cringe, then waited for his brother to catch up. They reviewed each others experiences and Two felt worse. Why was his brother doing so much better? They were the same; he should be doing as well. One reminded him that they had not interacted with the female in the same situations and that he had had an opportunity to learn from Two's experience before he attempted his own. Two felt a little better.
After changing they sauntered out and assessed the class. Kadoya had the class doing exercises obviously designed to enhance coordination and flexibility-good luck! Some of the children showed slight potential, but how were they supposed to spar with children? That was how they learned, so that was the only way they knew to teach. What did Kadoya expect them to do? A little red-headed girl wandered up to them, crossed her arms across her chest and stared up at them. Two bent over until he was within inches of her face and grinned his best terrifying smile, the one that showed all his teeth. The little girl didn't even blink; she smiled back and touched his hair.
"Your hair is pretty. My grandmother has hair like that. What's your name?"
"Two." He bit out shortly.
"I'm Esme. Kneel down and let me see your hair, ok? It's neat."
"No." Two stood back up and crossed his arms over his chest.
"You know, you shouldn't be so grumpy. No one'll like you." The little girl turned around and ran back to the rest of the class.
"That's not bad advice." One said, amused, then dropped it when he saw his brother's face.
Either because of Two's mood, or some other reason, Kadoya had them watch the class only. After the class they settled on a schedule for the Twins- they would teach two advanced classes a day in exchange for free rent and utilities, and could also join Kadoya's family for the evening meal if they so chose. One did all the talking, Two just sat and looked bored with the process. "As if we would want to eat with humans," he thought.
After they finished at the dojo, they returned to the chateau to unload the laundry from the truck. Cain and Abel leaned against the wall watching them work, laughing and snickering to each other. Two had had all he could take today; he stomped toward the werewolves and pulled his switchblade out. They slipped inside the elevator and made their escape, but they quit laughing.
After One and Two finished the laundry, they went upstairs and relaxed, or, rather, One relaxed and Two tried to relax. Two knew that Killa was no longer physically damaged, but he didn't think that had been the problem in the first place; although when he saw the developing bruises One had healed, especially the big one on her forearm, he realized he'd been rougher than he thought. He felt a little bad about that, but mostly he thought she had overreacted. He kept mulling it over in his mind until he finally decided to put it aside and rest for a bit.
Right as he was finally feeling peaceful, One leaned over and said "Pancakes?" Two sighed and got up; maybe it would help to talk to Betty anyway, perhaps she could give him some insight into Killa's reaction. His brother hadn't gloated about his luck with Killa so far, but Two knew it was coming-One loved to outdo his brother, as did Two. Part of the reason they were so good at everything they did was because they were constantly competing with each other. Yet they had the exact same abilities, so it was pretty much impossible for one or the other to really be better, but sometimes one was luckier than the other. Luck or not, the winner always rubbed it in. Two did not want to be the loser in this game. He'd get Betty to help.
The twins arrived at The IHOP and ordered. After they got their food, they told Betty about what happened at the dojo, their new job, apartment, the sparring, and then, finally, the bathroom incident. Betty's face grew increasingly tight the longer Two talked; which made Two feel surprisingly nervous about her reaction.
"You know, that's really white trash Two, kissing in the bathroom." Betty said with disgust evident in both her voice and her face. "Never mind the fact that you acted like you were going to rape her; bathroom sex? C'mon. The bathroom is not a place for sex unless you are drunk, horny, and will never see each other again." Betty glared at Two who looked horrified. The Merovingian did it all the time, but when Two thought about the real purpose for bathrooms, he could see exactly what Betty meant. Those two functions really shouldn't be combined.
Two didn't say anything so Betty continued, "Plus, it's just plain tacky. You don't seem like a tacky boy? Why did you do this thing? Huh?"
Two looked down at the table and started tracing the scratches in the table top with his finger. "We were not trying to rape her. We thought she would like it."
"Like what? Like being kissed? Sure, from what you said I bet she would have; if you'd asked her out on a date, waited until you got to know her a bit, paid attention to what she wanted. Sure, she was flirting with you; you're a nice looking man. But did she want to be flattened against the wall and scared? No. You don't understand what it is like to be made to feel smaller and weaker, I bet you've never felt that in your life." Betty looked at them and shook her head. Two didn't say anything, he just kept tracing the scratches in the table. One wouldn't meet her eyes either. Betty sighed and said "I've got to work on my sidework; I can take a break in thirty minutes and talk more then."
Two had thought about Killa all day off and on. Often with anger mixed with desire, occasionally with guilt, never with understanding; but now he thought about how little she had felt next to him, how he'd been able to pin her so easily. Normally he would have gloated over his strength, now it just made him feel sick. He knew exactly how she felt; he'd felt it when he was made obsolete and nearly deleted. The Source made him feel tiny, powerless when he thought about it, which was as little as possible. Was that how he had made Killa feel? He ran through the incident in his mind, first the tears, then how she had quit trying to escape, then the look of hate-he understood: he had forced her to feel helpless, not as a game, but in reality, like he felt with the Source, she must think of him like the Source. His stomach knotted up-why didn't he think of that? No wonder she hated him, he would have hated him. Why didn't he think about that before? How could he have thought she would like that?
One was communing with Two's mind while this thought process was happening, both were examining and weighing the incident against the new data from Betty. One regretted his advice to Two; he'd only intended to get his brother in trouble with Killa, make her mad at him, watch her slap his face and then pick on his brother about how much better he was doing with her than Two.
Now, when he reviewed Two's memories, he saw her cringe slightly when Two stepped closer to her. When he'd suggested Two intimidate her, he just thought, thought it would be like it was on the mat where Killa had held her own, had fought back when he attacked her. He thought she would attack Two, that it would be funny to watch Two try to deal with an angry Killa in a small bathroom. Now that he comprehended how she must have really felt, plus he felt Two's unhappiness, he wished he hadn't given deliberately bad advice to his brother.
By the time Betty returned, both were hanging their heads and pushing their mostly untouched food around on their plates. That more than anything convinced Betty they must truly feel regret-they loved to eat, ate like 400lb construction workers; although they never gained any weight. Must be part of their alien metabolism. She had serious doubts about her ability to help them with their human problems, but she was going to try. In some ways they reminded her of her own sons when they were adolescents, well, even when they were in their twenties they had women trouble. Her sons would call and ask her about some fool thing they'd done to their girlfriends and then she'd have to explain why it was bad idea to ever tell a woman that, no matter if she did ask. Both of her sons were dead now, thanks to the military, and she found that she actually enjoyed helping the twins-it was a little like having her sons back.
"So, do you have anything to say for yourself Two?" Betty eyed Two who looked so miserable she felt a little sorry for him.
One answered for them both "We made her feel helpless and small. She hates us now."
"She doesn't hate both of you, just Two. Why do you always refer to yourself as if you were one person? You can't both date her anyway, maybe Two should find another girl."
One looked at two, thought "Do we tell her?"
"Sure," Two thought back, "she thinks we are aliens. Just explain it like that."
"We are one person that has two forms, that is the easiest way to explain it, but not the most accurate. There are some differences, but they are minor. On our planet, the males are dual because the females require a greater degree of, ah, attention to conceive."
"So the women on your planet are horny all the time?" Betty asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"They are appreciative of male attention, yes."
"So this means that you are a umm, team in the bedroom?" Still grinning.
"No, not always. Often we take women separately, occasionally we take one together if we both find her appealing and she is willing."
One paused, and Two added, "Earth females enjoy this very much."
"I bet they do." Betty quipped, then asked more thoughtfully, "Umm, but how does this work out in a relationship? It's not exactly the norm on this planet. Doesn't that cause problems?"
"We've never been in a relationship."
"Never?"
"No, never."
Betty felt sorry for them, they had missed out on one of the best things about being human. Maybe they didn't want a relationship though?
"Do you want a relationship? Is this something you even want?"
One and Two seemed to confer for a minute, "We aren't sure, we wanted to try to see if we could make human friends." Two paused for a second, "We did it more as a challenge, to see if we could fool humans. Sometimes we become very bored."
"Life is boring without other people to care about. Every day is more of the same. I feel sorry for you guys; no friends, no lover, stuck on this planet far from home." Betty's voice was tinged with pity.
"We have had plenty of lovers." One stated dryly.
"Not that understood you or that you could trust though, right?"
"No, not that." One agreed.
"Then you haven't had lovers, you've had sex partners. It's not the same thing, sweetie." Betty paused, then asked "What do you want with this girl, Killa?"
"We want her to be our friend," both answered at the same time.
"But you desire her too, right?"
"Yes, but she does not desire Two. We do not know if she desires One, but we think she does." Both answered at the same time again.
Betty shook her head, they creeped her out a little, "Just because she's mad at you Two doesn't mean she isn't attracted to you. I think your biggest obstacle is going to be getting her to accept you both as a single entity." Betty paused, "I don't think I can help you with that."
They looked at her, said nothing.
"Ok, well, here's my advice. If you want a woman to accept something that she might not like, you'd better be damn good in every other way. Treat her like a lady. Consider her feelings and needs before your own." Betty looked at the clock, her break was over. "I'm off for two days, I'll bring you a list of books to read on relationships when I come back."
Betty stood up, then looked hard at Two, "As for you, you behave yourself. Don't hurt her. Don't force her to do anything she says she doesn't want, even if you think she does. Don't lose your temper, for chrissake. Be nice to her NO MATTER WHAT. Treat her like a lady. Do I make myself clear?"
Two just nodded his head looking slightly cowed.
"See you in two days boys, good luck, you'll need it."
One did all the talking before he left, agreed that they would teach, stated that they "enjoyed" the class, and listed the various techniques they could teach the humans. Two had felt One's genuine excitement through their connection; he really did like this place, and actually anticipated they would be accepted here since Kadoya was a program as well. Sometimes One's curiosity interfered with his common sense; did he really think they would be welcome here when Kadoya learned how Two had conducted himself with Killa? Unlikely.
And that girl, first flirting with him, then rejecting him, then crying-the Merovingian was right, it was a game, all a game, and she was just another player in the game, that's all. So why did he feel guilty?
"So, you have offended her." Kadoya finally broke the silence. Two gazed at him without expression, refused to answer. Kadoya returned the gaze placidly, then said, "She appeared unharmed, apparently this is not a mission for the Merovingian?"
"No." Two stated flatly.
"She brings you here then?"
"No. We are curious about you." Two watched Kadoya from behind his sunglasses. The program nodded, said nothing, seemed to be waiting for more explanation. Two gritted his teeth and said, "We have never met a program who chose to reproduce with a human; we have heard of such aberrations, but never met with one." That was somewhat a lie. He knew of others, but none of them were aware he knew about their activities. He had One were skilled at aquiring information, much of which they kept to themselves.
Kadoya stated flatly, "You work for one. The Matrix is full of the Merovingian's children, those that he hasn't managed to have eliminated."
Two considered, yes, a few of the human-program hybrid targets they had terminated bore a resemblance to the Merovingian. Most of the human dirty work went to the Vampires, the twins primarily took care of the Merovingian's personal safety, but occasionally they were sent out, especially if the target was particularly important, or had managed to evade the vampires. Two had wondered what the last target had done to offend, he was just a mousy little man who'd done nothing of note, hacked into nothing, didn't even know who the Merovingian was, he just knew he was being hunted by monsters for some reason. Now Two knew the man's offense, he'd been born. Two felt disgust at the Merovingian's lack of discretion, it was easy enough to modify your code to prevent pregnancy.
"I would be, hmm, less than happy if something were to happen to Killa."
Was the fool threatening him, Two wondered? His lips pulled back into a sneer, "She is not a target."
"Good. And as for you?"
"We do not intend to harm her." Two inadvertently emphasized the word "intend."
"But you think you already have? How so? And you seem to regret it." Kadoya's perception was unnerving; Two wondered how long the program had been exiled, what his purpose had been before exile. Just how powerful was he?
"We indicated our interest, she rejected it, we misinterpreted the data." Two paused. "She cried."
"Ah." Kadoya waited.
"We did not mean to make her cry." Why was he justifying himself?
Kadoya looked at him appraisingly, then said, "You and your "brother" are one being, correct?"
"Yes, mostly." And your point? This program was beginning to irritate him.
"Hmm, she will see you both here. You will have an opportunity to interact more." Kadoya paused, looked mischievous, then continued, "You should spar with her tomorrow, if she'll let you." Two said nothing, stood there with his arms across his chest looking bored. "Change your clothes and join the class when you are ready."
Two headed for the locker room as One entered the dojo. When he heard Kadoya pointing them out as his new teachers, Two turned, smirked at the students and had the pleasure of seeing most of them cringe, then waited for his brother to catch up. They reviewed each others experiences and Two felt worse. Why was his brother doing so much better? They were the same; he should be doing as well. One reminded him that they had not interacted with the female in the same situations and that he had had an opportunity to learn from Two's experience before he attempted his own. Two felt a little better.
After changing they sauntered out and assessed the class. Kadoya had the class doing exercises obviously designed to enhance coordination and flexibility-good luck! Some of the children showed slight potential, but how were they supposed to spar with children? That was how they learned, so that was the only way they knew to teach. What did Kadoya expect them to do? A little red-headed girl wandered up to them, crossed her arms across her chest and stared up at them. Two bent over until he was within inches of her face and grinned his best terrifying smile, the one that showed all his teeth. The little girl didn't even blink; she smiled back and touched his hair.
"Your hair is pretty. My grandmother has hair like that. What's your name?"
"Two." He bit out shortly.
"I'm Esme. Kneel down and let me see your hair, ok? It's neat."
"No." Two stood back up and crossed his arms over his chest.
"You know, you shouldn't be so grumpy. No one'll like you." The little girl turned around and ran back to the rest of the class.
"That's not bad advice." One said, amused, then dropped it when he saw his brother's face.
Either because of Two's mood, or some other reason, Kadoya had them watch the class only. After the class they settled on a schedule for the Twins- they would teach two advanced classes a day in exchange for free rent and utilities, and could also join Kadoya's family for the evening meal if they so chose. One did all the talking, Two just sat and looked bored with the process. "As if we would want to eat with humans," he thought.
After they finished at the dojo, they returned to the chateau to unload the laundry from the truck. Cain and Abel leaned against the wall watching them work, laughing and snickering to each other. Two had had all he could take today; he stomped toward the werewolves and pulled his switchblade out. They slipped inside the elevator and made their escape, but they quit laughing.
After One and Two finished the laundry, they went upstairs and relaxed, or, rather, One relaxed and Two tried to relax. Two knew that Killa was no longer physically damaged, but he didn't think that had been the problem in the first place; although when he saw the developing bruises One had healed, especially the big one on her forearm, he realized he'd been rougher than he thought. He felt a little bad about that, but mostly he thought she had overreacted. He kept mulling it over in his mind until he finally decided to put it aside and rest for a bit.
Right as he was finally feeling peaceful, One leaned over and said "Pancakes?" Two sighed and got up; maybe it would help to talk to Betty anyway, perhaps she could give him some insight into Killa's reaction. His brother hadn't gloated about his luck with Killa so far, but Two knew it was coming-One loved to outdo his brother, as did Two. Part of the reason they were so good at everything they did was because they were constantly competing with each other. Yet they had the exact same abilities, so it was pretty much impossible for one or the other to really be better, but sometimes one was luckier than the other. Luck or not, the winner always rubbed it in. Two did not want to be the loser in this game. He'd get Betty to help.
The twins arrived at The IHOP and ordered. After they got their food, they told Betty about what happened at the dojo, their new job, apartment, the sparring, and then, finally, the bathroom incident. Betty's face grew increasingly tight the longer Two talked; which made Two feel surprisingly nervous about her reaction.
"You know, that's really white trash Two, kissing in the bathroom." Betty said with disgust evident in both her voice and her face. "Never mind the fact that you acted like you were going to rape her; bathroom sex? C'mon. The bathroom is not a place for sex unless you are drunk, horny, and will never see each other again." Betty glared at Two who looked horrified. The Merovingian did it all the time, but when Two thought about the real purpose for bathrooms, he could see exactly what Betty meant. Those two functions really shouldn't be combined.
Two didn't say anything so Betty continued, "Plus, it's just plain tacky. You don't seem like a tacky boy? Why did you do this thing? Huh?"
Two looked down at the table and started tracing the scratches in the table top with his finger. "We were not trying to rape her. We thought she would like it."
"Like what? Like being kissed? Sure, from what you said I bet she would have; if you'd asked her out on a date, waited until you got to know her a bit, paid attention to what she wanted. Sure, she was flirting with you; you're a nice looking man. But did she want to be flattened against the wall and scared? No. You don't understand what it is like to be made to feel smaller and weaker, I bet you've never felt that in your life." Betty looked at them and shook her head. Two didn't say anything, he just kept tracing the scratches in the table. One wouldn't meet her eyes either. Betty sighed and said "I've got to work on my sidework; I can take a break in thirty minutes and talk more then."
Two had thought about Killa all day off and on. Often with anger mixed with desire, occasionally with guilt, never with understanding; but now he thought about how little she had felt next to him, how he'd been able to pin her so easily. Normally he would have gloated over his strength, now it just made him feel sick. He knew exactly how she felt; he'd felt it when he was made obsolete and nearly deleted. The Source made him feel tiny, powerless when he thought about it, which was as little as possible. Was that how he had made Killa feel? He ran through the incident in his mind, first the tears, then how she had quit trying to escape, then the look of hate-he understood: he had forced her to feel helpless, not as a game, but in reality, like he felt with the Source, she must think of him like the Source. His stomach knotted up-why didn't he think of that? No wonder she hated him, he would have hated him. Why didn't he think about that before? How could he have thought she would like that?
One was communing with Two's mind while this thought process was happening, both were examining and weighing the incident against the new data from Betty. One regretted his advice to Two; he'd only intended to get his brother in trouble with Killa, make her mad at him, watch her slap his face and then pick on his brother about how much better he was doing with her than Two.
Now, when he reviewed Two's memories, he saw her cringe slightly when Two stepped closer to her. When he'd suggested Two intimidate her, he just thought, thought it would be like it was on the mat where Killa had held her own, had fought back when he attacked her. He thought she would attack Two, that it would be funny to watch Two try to deal with an angry Killa in a small bathroom. Now that he comprehended how she must have really felt, plus he felt Two's unhappiness, he wished he hadn't given deliberately bad advice to his brother.
By the time Betty returned, both were hanging their heads and pushing their mostly untouched food around on their plates. That more than anything convinced Betty they must truly feel regret-they loved to eat, ate like 400lb construction workers; although they never gained any weight. Must be part of their alien metabolism. She had serious doubts about her ability to help them with their human problems, but she was going to try. In some ways they reminded her of her own sons when they were adolescents, well, even when they were in their twenties they had women trouble. Her sons would call and ask her about some fool thing they'd done to their girlfriends and then she'd have to explain why it was bad idea to ever tell a woman that, no matter if she did ask. Both of her sons were dead now, thanks to the military, and she found that she actually enjoyed helping the twins-it was a little like having her sons back.
"So, do you have anything to say for yourself Two?" Betty eyed Two who looked so miserable she felt a little sorry for him.
One answered for them both "We made her feel helpless and small. She hates us now."
"She doesn't hate both of you, just Two. Why do you always refer to yourself as if you were one person? You can't both date her anyway, maybe Two should find another girl."
One looked at two, thought "Do we tell her?"
"Sure," Two thought back, "she thinks we are aliens. Just explain it like that."
"We are one person that has two forms, that is the easiest way to explain it, but not the most accurate. There are some differences, but they are minor. On our planet, the males are dual because the females require a greater degree of, ah, attention to conceive."
"So the women on your planet are horny all the time?" Betty asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"They are appreciative of male attention, yes."
"So this means that you are a umm, team in the bedroom?" Still grinning.
"No, not always. Often we take women separately, occasionally we take one together if we both find her appealing and she is willing."
One paused, and Two added, "Earth females enjoy this very much."
"I bet they do." Betty quipped, then asked more thoughtfully, "Umm, but how does this work out in a relationship? It's not exactly the norm on this planet. Doesn't that cause problems?"
"We've never been in a relationship."
"Never?"
"No, never."
Betty felt sorry for them, they had missed out on one of the best things about being human. Maybe they didn't want a relationship though?
"Do you want a relationship? Is this something you even want?"
One and Two seemed to confer for a minute, "We aren't sure, we wanted to try to see if we could make human friends." Two paused for a second, "We did it more as a challenge, to see if we could fool humans. Sometimes we become very bored."
"Life is boring without other people to care about. Every day is more of the same. I feel sorry for you guys; no friends, no lover, stuck on this planet far from home." Betty's voice was tinged with pity.
"We have had plenty of lovers." One stated dryly.
"Not that understood you or that you could trust though, right?"
"No, not that." One agreed.
"Then you haven't had lovers, you've had sex partners. It's not the same thing, sweetie." Betty paused, then asked "What do you want with this girl, Killa?"
"We want her to be our friend," both answered at the same time.
"But you desire her too, right?"
"Yes, but she does not desire Two. We do not know if she desires One, but we think she does." Both answered at the same time again.
Betty shook her head, they creeped her out a little, "Just because she's mad at you Two doesn't mean she isn't attracted to you. I think your biggest obstacle is going to be getting her to accept you both as a single entity." Betty paused, "I don't think I can help you with that."
They looked at her, said nothing.
"Ok, well, here's my advice. If you want a woman to accept something that she might not like, you'd better be damn good in every other way. Treat her like a lady. Consider her feelings and needs before your own." Betty looked at the clock, her break was over. "I'm off for two days, I'll bring you a list of books to read on relationships when I come back."
Betty stood up, then looked hard at Two, "As for you, you behave yourself. Don't hurt her. Don't force her to do anything she says she doesn't want, even if you think she does. Don't lose your temper, for chrissake. Be nice to her NO MATTER WHAT. Treat her like a lady. Do I make myself clear?"
Two just nodded his head looking slightly cowed.
"See you in two days boys, good luck, you'll need it."