THE TWIN'S HOME

The twin's home was a moderately sized duplex located at the offset of the city. It was decent with the wooden porch at the entrance, and beautiful interior designs that looked homey and a bit cozy. A huge bookshelf leaned against the wall in a corner and some papers were stacked in every nook and hole of the house.

"This place looks like those crime shows on television," Chelsea remarked as she walked in.

Anna chuckled as she sat down on a chair, head bent over a book. "It's actually worse when you have something doing with the hands. You know what I'm saying." She got up and offered her friend a seat. She began to pack the papers and trashed them. "What have you got there, Chelsea? You are not quite the type that reads."

She stretched her hands and let Anne see the golden book she was holding. Her friend gave out a loud gasp.

"I'll bet my new Jane Austen book that the cover is pure gold," Anne could hardly make her words audible.

"Exactly. That's what makes it stranger and weirder.