Jack of Harts

There are a lot of medical programs in Minnesota, and Rosalie and Rosalind wanted to learn from all of them. So they spent a year here and a year there, mining every medical college in the State for everything they could teach. Rochester, Duluth, Grand Forks, Minneapolis, and more. They even bounced through some community colleges that had close relationships with the local hospitals to suck in their specific knowledge. I followed them through every jump. They’d broken up with their boyfriends from Alabama or whatever, and I’d be an awful poor friend if I didn’t watch their backs and vet any prospective boyfriends. And of course they figured it was their job to check out all the girls I chased too. We really watched each others’ backs.

Rosalie and Rosalind spent four years at the University of Minnesota blowing the stacks off every curve invented. Colleges from all over the worlds sent recruiters to get them at any cost by their Junior year. But those two girls wanted to be gengineers, and Minnesota is basically home to some of the best medical training institutions that exist anywhere. Oh they, listened to every pitch, but they picked real close to home when they had the chance. My parents wanted me to get the best education I could, so their permission to follow the girls was easy to get. I was actually kinda interested in gengineering, which was a plus. And it attracted some real top shelf girls, let me tell you. The kind of girls a boy can be proud to bring home to mama for Christmas.

Rosalie and Rosalind dragged me through school all the way to graduation and beyond. College was never a question for them, and they didn’t let me question it either. They dragged me after them, and it became obvious to us pretty soon that they weren’t aging anymore. I think it was the first time we really connected all the dots. We already knew they were smarter than normal. Top of every class they attended, and my grades prospered as well due to their tutoring. It’s hard to be a bad student when those two girls force you to try to live up to their standard. I made the best attempt I could, you understand, majoring in partying and girls as much as possible, but Rosalie and Rosalind did not let me get away with much.