The Crosswood

The Crosswood — page 3
The twins My brother and sister They are nearly ten Their names are Indigo a boy and Violet a girl And they are in my mother’s words holy terrors I don’t see how that’s my problem It is nearly dinnertime I’ve spent most of the day chasing after the twins in the yard I am over it Over them and their antics Indigo filled his pockets with beetles I think he might have eaten one Violet got sap in her hair and a pine needle in her eye They both lost their socks How do you lose socks in your own yard I’ll tell you Somehow you throw them up into the tallest tree If I lean out the woodshed door I can still see them up there Indigo’s mismatched blue and white socks Violet’s red socks one with a hole in the toe I have no idea how they got them up there Neither does Mom even though she watched us all day from where she was building a chair on the porch Blue get back here Indigo is in the rafters again Mom never lets the twins out of her sight She even homeschools them I take the bus to the 2