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Not having had to spend so much of my day and night with them before, I never realized how infuriating and self-centered the twins were. No wonder neither of them had any friends besides each other, I thought. Who would want to be their friends? They were so close, they wouldn't permit anyone to come between them anyhow.
One morning, when they left the bathroom door open and they were both inside, I nearly got sick. I saw Richard take Melanie's toothbrush just after she had used it and put it directly into his own mouth.
"Ugh," I cried and they spun around. "You have your own toothbrush, Richard. Why would you do that?"
"Stop spying on us!" he cried and closed the door.
But it was Jefferson who came to me one night and told me the most astounding thing of all about them. I was writing pages and pages of a letter to Gavin, describing all of the unpleasantness that was going on in the house now, when Jefferson appeared in my doorway looking confused and troubled.
"What's the matter, Jefferson?" I asked. "Melanie's old enough to take her own bath," he said, "isn't she?"
"Of course. She's practically thirteen, Jefferson. You take your own bath. Either I or Mrs. Boston help you sometimes and you like me to wash your back the way Mommy always did, but . . . why do you ask?" I suddenly said.
"Richard's helping Melanie," he announced.
"Take a bath?" He nodded. "I don't believe that, Jefferson. How do you know?"
"She asked him to. She came in and said, 'I'm going to take a bath,' and he said, be right along.' Then he got undressed, put on his robe and went to the bathroom."
"They're not taking a bath together, not at their age?" I said. Jefferson pressed the corner of his mouth into his cheek and shrugged again. I got up slowly and went to my doorway to peer down the hallway at the bathroom door. It was shut. "You saw them both go in there?" I asked Jefferson. He looked up and nodded.
Intrigued now, I walked quietly down to the bathroom door and listened. I heard their muffled dialogue and put my ear to the door. There was the distinct sound of water lapping against bodies and the inside of the tub. This is disgusting, I thought. Surely neither Aunt Bet nor Uncle Philip knew about this. I tried the handle. The door was unlocked. Jefferson's eyes widened with surprise and excitement when I opened the door a fraction. I put my finger on my lips to indicate silence and he bit down on his lower lip quickly. Then I inched the door open until I could get my head in enough to peer.
There they were in the tub together, facing each other. Richard was scrubbing Melanie's hair. Her budding breasts, like two puffs of marshmallow, were fully exposed. Suddenly, Richard sensed my presence and turned my way. He stopped scrubbing. Melanie raised her head.
"Close that door and get out of here!" he screamed.
"Get out!" Melanie added.
"What are you doing? That's disgusting," I said. "You're too old to be bathing together."
"What we do is none of your business. Close that door," he demanded again.
I slammed it shut.
"Go back to your room, Jefferson," I said.
“Where are you going?"
"To tell Aunt Bet. She can't know about this. It's obscene," I said.
"What's obscene mean?"
"Just go back to your room and wait for me," I said. I hurried downstairs and found Aunt Bet talking on the telephone. Uncle Philip was out meeting some contractors who were going to work on the rebuilding of the hotel. She saw me standing there and put her hand over the mouthpiece.
"Christie, what is it?" she asked. "I'm on the phone."
"I've got to tell you something immediately. You've got to go upstairs," I said.
"Oh dear, what is it now? Just a minute. Louise, I have a minor crisis here. Yes, another one. I'll phone you back shortly. Thank you." She cradled the receiver and pressed her lips together to show her annoyance. "Yes?"
"It's Melanie and Richard, they're taking a bath."
"So?"
"Together. They're in the bathtub together. Right now," I added for emphasis.
"So. They've always done things together; they're unique; they're twins," she said.
