Chapter Three: Later That First Week.
"I'm not going to abandon this experiment." ~The Watcher.
"Fran! We're back!" Attie shouted as she approached the front door with Isabel. Francesca opened the door with a nervous look on her face, and let the Twins enter.
"Look, cousin, we got your favorite chips and ice cream with the rest of the groceries," Isabel said in a coaxing tone. "Help us sort out the food."
"Yes, Isabel," Francesca said in a little voice.
As she stuffed the packets of food in the cupboards and fridge, her elder cousin continued talking. "We saw the cutest pile of toy puppies in the store on the way home," Isabel said. "Black and white and polka-dotted."
"Like Hera's dog?" Francesca asked.
"Yep, just like my Nightshade," Hera interrupted. "She was such a fluffy wiggly girl."
"Do tell," Attie said in a bored voice. "If you ask me, I'd rather have a copy of the latest Assassin's Creed. Pirates, just like that Puzzle Cove game Francesca used to play."
"I still play it," Francesca said in that little voice. "Sinopia's a famous sailor now."
"Sharpens your brain, doesn't it?" said Hera, arranging the cold meat in the freezer.
"Kinda. The sea battles helped me plan ahead," Francesca replied as she put the last packet of biscuits in place. "I've made the sandwiches as you asked, Isabel."
"Great! I'm famished," Attie said boldly.
"Then set out the plates," Isabel said, deflating her twin's bravado. Attie sighed and started arranging the plates to put the sandwiches on.
|Francesca felt unhappy.|
She cried softly as she tried to finish her drawing. "I've been a fool to mope my youth away," she sniffled. "Yet I can't help over-thinking everything."
Attie was too engrossed in her game to bother about Francesca crying outside, even though she heard the sniffling. After a while, Francesca managed to stop crying so much, and hid in her room to think things over. She fell asleep while thinking about her high school days.