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topped with a moss-covered, sloping roof. By American standards the shed was far too small to be used as a garage, but that appeared to be the building’s function.
    “All ashore who’s going ashore.” Virgil turned off the engine. “That includes you, Captain Boswald.”
    I stepped out of the car and stomped my feet. Overhead, the midafternoon sky was heavy with clouds hanging low and gray. The air carried the scent of wood smoke. I noticed the sprouting grass along the side of the house. Our Florida grass rarely sports such a crisp, bright shade of green. A few pale lavender crocusestucked under the blanket of green stretched their brave necks up from the muddy earth. The surroundings weren’t of King-Arthur-and-Camelot status, but as I exhaled and saw my breath form a detached cloud, I clearly grasped I wasn’t in Orlando anymore.
    The two-story cottage in front of me wore its steeped roof like a pointed cap. The house was accented with clean, whitewash trim around the window frames and front entrance. I glanced up and down the narrow lane and noticed that the colors of the houses here were the primal colors of quarried limestone and sandstone. The bricks were in soothing shades of terra cotta and fawn instead of the familiar deep red of the bricks often used in the U.S. Dark timber was employed only for accent and structural support.
    I started up the walkway, lugging one of Opal’s large suitcases, and was the first to arrive at the doorstep. At my feet was a mat that I kept looking at, trying to decide if the words woven into it had the same meaning here as they would have where I came from. Instead of the customary “Welcome,” two words appeared in bold, black letters: “Go Away.”
    Deciding the message was meant in a witty sort of way, I looked over my shoulder and saw Opal coming up the walkway a few feet behind. She took steady steps toward the front door and called out to me, “The door should be open. Rose never locks her doors in the daytime.”
    Before I could test Opal’s theory, the front door opened, and standing before me was, well … Opal.

Y ou’re twins!” I exclaimed.
    I did a double take of the two sisters and then a triple take. The only visible difference between the dynamic duo appeared to be what they were wearing. Their hairstyles, eyeglass frames, posture, and expressions were identical. I tried to remember how long it had been since Opal said the two of them had seen each other. How extraordinary that they were so alike!
    Kellie walked up just as the two sisters exchanged a quick, tender embrace and started talking over each other’s sentences.
    “I told him not to go to the airport,” Rose began. “But since when has he ever listened—”
    “It’s a wonder he found us.”
    “You must be—”
    “Terribly. Sitting for so long is—”
    “I put the teakettle—”
    “I told my companions you would.”
    “Oh, yes.” Rose turned to me with a clear-eyed look of sweetness that mimicked Opal’s best expression down to the last twinkle. “Your companions. Hallo.”
    Kellie laughed. It was the lightest, friendliest sort of giggle. “You’re twins!” she stated the obvious just as I had done. Then both of us laughed some more.
    “Did Opal not tell you we were—”
    “Must have slipped my mind in all the excitement.”
    “I’m Liz.” I extended my hand. “This is Kellie.”
    “Queen Elizabeth.” Virgil came up behind us with Opal’s suitcase.
    Rose ignored him. She grasped just my fingers in a dainty, ladylike handshake and repeated the gesture with Kellie. “Do come in. You must be—”
    “Chilled to the bone, I should say,” Opal answered for us, stepping over the threshold.
    “Do you need help with the rest of the luggage, Virgil?” Kellie asked.
    “Oh, yes. Of course,” Rose answered for him, waving us on our way back to the car. Virgil was already halfway there.
    The sisters went inside and closed the door. Kellie and I were left standing on the