you know, my brother and i were a handful. twins. best pals and worst enemies. fairly inseparable from one another. i was the baby, a whole 4 minutes younger than my high-spirited, mischievous older brother. he was only slightly more bent toward mischief than i. and he was often the mastermind behind our shenanigans. Ma would say to him, 'do not pick the strawberries'. so he would tell me to.. because the logic was that.. HE didnt do the picking. i was just gullible enough to do his dirty work. resulting in stained red fingers, stained red faces, and a couple of stained red behinds.
i was the shy twin. happy to lose myself in a book. he, the boisterous extroverted.. 'cmon.. thats boring, lets DO something!' twin. which almost always landed us in some awkward predicament.
one rainy afternoon, we were sent to our room.. instructed to clean up. so there we sat.. looking at this huge pile of laundry in the middle of the floor. Matt grinned, went to the hall closet, and pulled out our fishing poles. for the better part of the afternoon, we went fishing for clothes. at first, this seemed like a grand idea.. and it was a blast. casting.. snagging.. reeling.. and carefully removing the hook. but soon, we grew tired of being so careful and decided that a little snip with the scissors couldnt possibly hurt anything. with our chores done and the sun out, we went about our merry way. later that evening, we were watching tv with Dad and our sister, Viv.. when we heard a scream from the basement.. 'jeeeezus christ, you little sonsabitches!' ..we could hear her come flying up the steps and hollering out our full names. of course, by then, we had totally forgotten our fishing expedition. we just looked at each other as Ma held a few choice pieces of clothing up to the light for our dad to inspect.. it looked like moths had had a feast. we were grounded for a month and forced to go shopping with Ma for all new clothes.
i really could have been angry with Matt for that whole incident.. but well.. i was the one who brought the scissors into the equation.
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