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       Two hours had not seemed like a long time to wait, but after mere minutes, the twins were already bored. Meghan kept busy by turning her room upside down in attempts to locate her lost black jacket. After finally locating it, she set up her sewing kit, outside near Colin, and sewed on a new button. Colin attempted to read a book, but let his thoughts meander every few lines or so.
       “Why do you keep trying to read that book?” asked Meghan, her eyes still on her sewing project.
      “Huh?” Colin had only half heard her.
       “You’ve started it like ten times and haven’t even finished the first chapter,” Meghan said. “It obviously isn’t any good.”  She cut her thread and put the needle back in her sewing kit.
       Colin put the book down.
       “I guess I keep trying because it is the only book I own that I have not finished. I’ve read everything else I own at least five times over.”
       “I will never understand your need to read books,” Meghan replied, shaking her head. Colin could think of a hundred different, and as equally amusing, replies, but decided it was not worth the energy to get in another argument with her.
       Meghan arose to put away her sewing kit, when a rustling in the bushes between their camp and the Gypsies’, stopped her in her tracks. Colin slid his chair back a few feet, not thrilled at the prospect of something in the woods he could not see.
       “Oh, don’t be such a chicken, Col. It’s too high off the ground to be anything big!” Meghan thought she saw the shadow of something in the rustling bushes and stepped a little closer. She sensed her brother’s opinion that getting closer might not be the smartest idea.
       “I see… something,” she said softly, narrowing her eyes together, trying to focus into the bush. “Looks like a…” she fell backwards, yelping, as a bird flew out of the shrub, nearly missing a straight on collision with her face.
       Colin tried to get a close look at the bird, his curiosity getting the better of him, even over the humor of his sister’s shocked face. As it flew away, he could see a spiky blue-gray crest, a long, black, sharp looking bill and a white underbelly. Colin tried to recall such a bird from his books and wondered what it was.
       “I saw it in there,” insisted Meghan, regaining her composure. “I just couldn’t get out of the way in time.” She haughtily swiped dirt and pine needles off her skirt, gathered up her sewing supplies and pretended she was not the least bit surprised by what had happened.
       “Sis, did you see any colors other than blue or gray?”
       Meghan turned from irritated to furious at once.
       “Are you serious? I almost got my face torn off by a bird and you’re asking me if I got a look at its colors?” She abruptly stormed off, disappearing inside the travel trailer.
       “It didn’t even touch your face, you don’t have to…” he stopped and blocked her mind from hearing him. “Ah, why bother? She won’t listen anyway.” 
       Colin grabbed his book and followed his sister inside. Nearly thirty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, throwing her dirt covered skirt into the washer.  
       “Oh, wearing black again,” teased Colin, catching the slightest wink in his uncle’s eye.
       “I’ll dress the way I want to,” she retorted.
       Colin followed her into their shared room.
       “I was kidding, Meghan. But even you have to admit that your clothes look a lot alike. And yet it takes you forever to get dressed.”
       “And that shows how much you know!” she snapped back. “My outfits are NEVER the same. That is why it takes so long. For example, and like you would notice, but I have not worn my tall black boots in days,” she argued. “And I just found this sweater yesterday. I lost it weeks ago.”
      “Well if it all looks the same to me, I’d wager it looks the same to everyone