Jack of Harts

I grew up with Rosalie and Rosalind. They were twins, and they did everything together. Absolutely everything. We were knocking each other upside the heads with plushy toys long before I knew there was a difference between boys and girls. And they may have been the first girls I noticed when I started to realize there was. Not that anything came of it, you understand. They’d figured out the difference long before me and were already dating. They found themselves a pair of twins from… Arkansas if I remember correctly. One of those Southern States. Those boys came up to vacation every summer, let me tell you. Never missed a single day they could spend with those two girls, and kept in virtual contact the rest of the year. It pains me to admit it, but they were actually good boys. Exactly the kind of boys Rosalie and Rosalind deserved if I’m being honest. And yes, I am very biased on that subject.