Sarah
"Sarah heard her sister swearing on her own, in a low voice. She laughed, she did it too, many times: it was one of the things she had in common with the other.
After closing the Latin book, after two hours spent reading declensions and verbal conjugations she no longer wanted to study, so she threw her hand back into her backpack and pulled out "The portrait of Dorian Gray" of which she knew all the jokes, but she would never tire of reading it.
"With the old Oscar she's never wrong" commented her twin, wringing her eye out.
"Yeah, it would be great to be able to come back at the end of the 1800s, just to meet him in person," he replied, taking a moment to imagine the scene.
"In the eighteen hundreds? No. This would be a good time to come back!" Honey replied pointing to the book he had read up to that moment, coming almost in half.
Sarah raised her eyes to the sky, "What a coincidence! Between plagues and famines, I bet it was a real paradise.
"Believe me, I would rather face those things that live in a bigoted society, which claims to tell you how to behave in every damn moment of your life, according to the rules of morality and morals.
Sarah sighed resigned. Her sister was a "moral anarchist" as she often called her, she hated any kind of brake that social conventions could put on an individual's freedom. She couldn't blame her, but perhaps sometimes she defended her position a little too aggressively. "In short, even the Middle Ages, however, have their downsides from this point of view," she replied.
"Believe me, from many points of view there was much more freedom than there would be later," Honey replied. "Take our beloved Oscar Wilde, imprisoned only for loving another man. Of course in the Middle Ages, homosexual relationships could not be made official, I don't know... Lancelot, or Merlin, for example, no one would denounce him or declare him unworthy of governing.
"How the hell does it occur to you to think that Arthur could... with Merlin? He was his old mentor."
"Not according to this book. It seems that Merlin was a pretty young man about the same age as Arthur. I wonder if they weren't having fun together.
Then Sarah spread her hand on her face, discouraged, "Why does everything have to be sex with you?".
"It's your fault, this is the frustration of not having me take part in the secret tournament," Honey replied, getting up from his chair and stretching himself, "I'm going to get another coffee.
"No no. You're not going anywhere," the other one snapped, grabbing her sister by the arm, alarmed that she might escape that afternoon of study. "I'll get you coffee, you stay here with Arthur and the knights of the round table. And if you try to sneak away, I'll see you.
Honey snorted and sat down again, "I had no intention of escaping. Dictator!".
Then Sarah headed to the hot-drink machine across the room, constantly keeping an eye on the archive door to make sure her sister wasn't trying to escape again. He loved her, she would have been killed for her, but sometimes her immature and irresponsible behavior made her despair.
Back at their table, she stretched the coffee to Honey, who was particularly taken by the Arthurian world, to the point that she was risking to spill the drink on the manuscript, because of the bad grace with which she had taken the glass. Sarah put down her own and started reading again.
The other's cell phone turned on showing a message notification. Honey took the phone with her right hand, while with her left free she put the diary in her lap, upwards.
"Jason says goodbye," he says without taking his eyes off the screen, "we were thinking of going to a movie tonight. Want to come with us?"
"Thank you, but I promised Lauren and Debrah that I would go out with them.
Honey put her phone down and came to attention: it was rare for her sister to go out on a Friday night, unlike her.
"And where are you going?" he asked with a wink as if he wanted to understand - or insinuate - if it was some handsome guy with whom he was going to meet that night who had made her come out of the den.
"At the bowling alley. Today is Debrah's birthday, and she decided to have the party there," she replied flatly, ignoring all the implicit insinuations she was reading in the eyes of the other.
"Strong! Where in the bar is that handsome guy who always offers you drink?"
"No, another bowling alley, by divine grace. And it's not strong, you know I'm denied it in this game" sometimes talking to Honey was exasperating.
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