The Eternal Question
The twins still wanted to be read to – a comfort before bedtime. Rem tailored stories to their intelligences, but they could be as exasperating as any true six-year-old.
"Finish! Or we won't go to sleep," Vash threatened. "Please?" he amended.
Exhausted, Rem stared at the boys. "You said that last page."
"The suspense," Knives said. "You can't stop now."
Rem sighed and read on.
"Which came out of the opened door,--the lady, or the tiger?" she finished.
"The lady!" Vash sang.
"What do you think, Knives?"
Knives smiled, imagining bright stripes and flashing claws. "He got what he deserved."