The handkerchief dabbed at my forehead. 'Ouch! You'll have a fine-looking bruise tomorrow.'
'Then you'll be able to distinguish me from Rose.'
The handkerchief paused. 'I could tell you apart from the beginning. You're quite different to each other, you know.'
Perhaps he could tell, in the obvious ways. The odd one was Rose; the other odd one was Briony.
Tags: odd bruise distinguishing-twins
Page 1 of 1.
©gutesprueche.com
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Wir benutzen Cookies
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.