Perch opposite Carp, Mr across from Mrs. Mr Fishcutter speaks, surprising and dispersing the steam with his sudden words. ‘How was school, girls?’ Glances are exchanged between sister and sister. The Twins nod the secret nod. Two nights previous they had spoken of this moment. It was shortly after the psalm singing and cat dressing-up ceremony. The adult’s bedroom light had long gone out and the two sisters breathed in the silence of the night-air. They had held hands across the narrow divide of bed between them, fingers intertwining like anemones under water. ‘He can be Isaac,’ whispered Carp across the divide. Her twin turned on her side to face her sister. She could feel the cool breath on her face. ‘No ram in sight,’ replied Perch. ‘A gentle sacrifice.’ ‘Only sleeping, Daddy dear.’ ‘To be awakened for Jesus’ glorious new world.’ ‘To join us and mother.’ ‘Together again.’ ‘Our real mother.’ ‘Our one and only.’ ‘A real family.’ ‘Together again.’ ‘Forever and ever, amen.’ Back at the dinner table, still awaiting a response, the father looks at his wife.
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