(Elizabeth MacKintosh)
1
"Aunt Bee," said Jane, breathing heavily into her soup, "was Noah a cleverer back-room boy than Ulysses, or was Ulysses a cleverer back-room boy than Noah?"
"Don't eat out of the point of your spoon, Jane."
"I can't mobilise the strings out of the side."
"Ruth does."
Jane looked across at her twin, negotiating the vermicelli with smug neatness.
"She has a stronger suck than I have."
"Aunt Bee has a face like a very expensive cat," Ruth said, eyeing her aunt sideways.