By the time they had walked the short distance to their car they were already dripping with rain. They quickly and silently packed the tiny boot and then climbed into their seats, slipping along the leather.
Neither said anything until the engine was revving and the heater was blasting hot air on to wet their feet. It didn’t mean that no words were being said. Karl was being bitten over and over, like he had an irritated midge in his skull, telling him he was being daft. The thick vein of pride that ran from his stomach and along his spine, however, was barring the door to his vocal chords, until…
‘You’re right,’ Karl flatly stated as he reversed the vehicle from the spot and headed towards the petrol station at the edge of the car park, joining the snaking queue.
‘This crap about twins. It’s stupid.’
‘Well,’ Jess conceded, ‘after that many people tell you you’ve got a bloody twin somewhere up ahead you are bound to question it.’
They edged slowly towards the petrol station entrance in relative silence. The pitter-patter of rain drops on the small windscreen becoming hypnotic.
‘Music?’ Jess asked.
‘Yeah, before I nod off.’
She flicked the CD player’s on switch to the sound of Mumford and Son and breathed a long sigh.
‘There’s Vossy’s twin,’ Karl laughed.
The identical Mini, right down to the white bonnet stripes and extra headlamps, Karl had earlier thought was theirs, left the forecourt as they entered.
Sitting in the two front seats, calmly chatting, much to the shock of Karl and Jess, were their very twins.