Chapter Thirty: Declamation.
As Hera was playing random snippets of music on the piano for her morning practice, Francesca asked Attie to come upstairs. "Oh Attie," she said to her cousin. "I have a poem for you."
The Lion grumbled as she waited for Francesca. The plump girl took out a book and began, "There's an adrenaline maniac in the house, whose steps are full of bounce."
|"You're no fun."|
"I don't think it was particularly fun," Attie snarled.
Meanwhile, the music downstairs stopped suddenly. Hera remained at the piano and placed a hand on her nose.
|"Eureka! I can play Korobeiniki by memory!"|
"I don't take too kindly to poetic types like you, they're too frippery, too wishy washy, and you don't know how to make a stand!" Attie snapped at Francesca.
"You should know that I'm not in the mood to stay still," Attie said huffily and went downstairs. Francesca stared at her.
Over brunch, Hera told the Lions her big idea. Attie slipped into a seat next to her twin.
Attie butted in before Isabel, "As long as it keeps you from singing!"
Hera frowned. "My singing is not that bad," she said. "Or do you think I'm Cacofonix?"
"Yes, I do think your singing sucks! Only, it sucks so hard that you won't even get teen groupies backing you."
Isabel said sharply, "Attie! Stop being rude."
"It's true. We all know Hera can't sing for anything, neither peanuts nor toffee," Attie said to her twin.
"Doesn't mean you can laugh at her," Isabel said, as Hera got up and stormed off to her room, grumbling about rocket kits the entire time. Isabel looked at her twin and said, "I heard you criticize Fran's poetry rudely. Go and apologize to her."
Attie, for all her nastiness, still listened to her elder twin, so she went upstairs to look for her cousin. Francesca was in her room playing Puzzle Cove. Sinopia was pacing around deck after a successful hunt.
"Fran, I'm sorry for making fun of your poetry," Attie said. Francesca didn't reply at first, but logged out of the game.
"Let's talk this out in your room," said Francesca. They soon went there and sat on Attie's bed, the one with pink spreads.
"Do you accept my apology?" Attie asked. In reply, Francesca reached out to poke Attie's stomach.
|Attie slapped her cousin's hand away.|
|Attie purred loudly.|
"Okay, okay!" Attie yelled. "You're fiercer than you look."
"I accept your apology about the poetry," Francesca replied. "Come, let's go downstairs. I hear that Hera's memorized another song."
Next chapter: Acting For Sweeps.