two had no secrets, and the few times they did, the other always instinctively knew the truth. It was as though they each always knew what the other was thinking.
"Confess, " Olivia said sternly, and Victoria suddenly looked much younger than twenty.
"All right. I went to a meeting of the National American Women's Suffrage Association in Tarrytown. Alice Paul was there, she came especially to organize the meeting, and see about setting up a group right here on the Hudson. The president of NAWSA herself, Anna Howard Shaw, was supposed to be there, but she couldn't make it."
"Oh for God's sake, Victoria, what are you doing? Father will be calling the police if you get yourself into demonstrations or anything of the sort. More than likely, you'll be arrested, and Father will have to bail you out, " she said in sudden outrage, but Victoria did not look discouraged by the prospect, on the contrary, she seemed to like it.
"It would be worth it, Ollie. She was absolutely inspirational.
You should come next time."
"Next time, I'm tying you to the bedpost.
And if you steal the car again for nonsense like that, I'll let Petrie call the police, and I'll tell them who did it."
"No, you won't.
Come on, hop in. I'll drive you back to the garage."
"Great. Now you'll get us both in trouble. Thank you very much, my darling sister."
"Don't be such a stiff. This way, no one will know which one of us it is." As always, their being so totally identical was an excellent cover.
No one ever knew which one did anything, which served Victoria's purposes better than her sister's, who rarely needed a scapegoat.
"They'd know, if they had any brains, " Olivia grumbled as she got in cautiously, and Victoria roared off across the bumpy back road, while Olivia complained loudly about her driving. Victoria offered her a cigarette then, and as Olivia was about to read her the riot act again, she suddenly started to laugh instead at the absurdity of the situation.
It was hopeless to try and control Victoria, and Olivia knew it, as Victoria drove the car right into the garage and almost ran over Petrie.
He stared at them with his mouth open, as they both got out in unison, both thanked him solemnly and Victoria apologized for the minor damage.
**skip**"But I thought .. . I .. . when did you .. . I mean .
.. yes, Miss .. . thank you .. . Miss Olivia .. . Miss Victoria .
.. Miss .
.." He had no idea which was which, who had done what, and had no intention of trying to find out either. All he had to l do was replace the rubber on the running board and touch up the paint now. At least the car hadn't been stolen after all. And looking very dignified, the two young women walked back to the house arm in arm, and up the front steps, as they began to giggle.
"You really are awful, you know, " Olivia scolded her. "The poor thing thought Dad was going to kill him over it. You're going to end up in jail one day, I'm sure of it."
"So am I, " said Victoria with total unconcern, as she gave her sister a squeeze. "But maybe you'll switch with me for a month or two and I can go out and get some air, and go to some meetings. How does that sound?"
"Disgusting. My days of covering for you are over, " Olivia said, wagging a finger at her, but loving her more than ever. She loved being with her. Her twin was her best friend, and like the other side of her own soul. They knew each other better than any two people could ever know anyone, and Olivia was at her happiest, they both were, when they were together. Although Victoria certainly seemed to spend enough time going off on her own and getting into mischief.
The two girls were just walking through the main hall, talking and laughing, as the library door opened and the three men walked into the hall, still talking about their own plans and decisions. And as they saw them, the two girls fell silent, and Olivia immediately saw Charles again, and watched him, as he stared at both of them, totally startled and