“Good,” Storm smiled. “We got heaps, umm, not done.”
Rogue giggled.
“That’s interesting,” Babsie commented, pulling out of the car park and heading back home.
“We got carried away with a whole new song,” Rogue explained. “We were -”
“- attempting to record one of our songs -”
“- and somehow it turned into this other one -”
“- which we like that much better, if we -”
“- can say that without offending the first song.”
Babsie laughed.
“What’s so funny?” asked Storm.
“I should be used to you two finishing each others sentences by now. But apparently I’m not.”
“Everyone laughs at that,” Rogue said thoughtfully.
“What’s with that?”
“I don’t get what’s so funny.”
“Me neither.”
“You do it so skillfully that laughter is the only what we know to express our amazement,” Babsie declared. “How was Mackie?”
“He was good,” then Storm giggled. “He acted a little weird when we came in from lunch.”
“Yeah, like we had interrupted him in the middle of doing something -”
“- or about to do something -”
“- that he shouldn’t be doing.”
“We should have tried to find out what it was.”
“But we didn’t. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow,” Rogue finished gleefully.
“Okay,” Babsie smiled. “Did you get any time to do any school work today?”
Silence in the back seat.
“I see. And I imagine you have plans with your friends this weekend?”
More silence.
“We talked about this. We would go back to home schooling you two since you’re recording the album, but if you started getting behind or skirting this responsibility, you go back to conventional school. And your teachers are not the suckers you seem to think your parents are.”
“We did some maths,” Rogue offered.
“Yeah? Did you get past the first question?”
“Yep,” Storm giggled.
“Okay, rephrase question. Did you do more than one question?”
Babsie caught the twins look at each other in the rearview mirror.
“So you did pull the old trick where you do like, the last question on the paper. Cheeky, but not cheeky enough,” Babsie said with a small grin. “You have to get up pretty early in the morning to out-cheeky me.”
“But, we did get up earlier than you this morning,” Rogue pointed out with a sly smile.
“You sure about that?” Babsie asked coyly.
“Umm, we refuse to answer that question -” Storm began.
“- on the grounds that it may reveal -”
“incriminating evidence against us.”
“Besides, we smell a trap.”
Babsie laughed again.
“Ahh, I’ve taught you well.”
“Does that mean we don’t have to do any more school work?”
“No, it means I should be able to give you harder work.”
The twins groaned. Babsie grinned, licked her finger and made a stroke in the air.