DOUBLE TALK
Madi’s silent gaze rested on the Frenchman as he expertly prepared an opium pipe for her. Lida leaned over her sister, looking at the visitors. When she blinked, she did so slowly, which lent her green eyes reptilian cool. Dan thought he’d spotted a difference between the two incredible women who made up only one person. Madi seemed softer, gentler.
Despite his generous intake of drugs, he was lucid. Mellow. Backstage at the Blue Parrot. Hanging out.
Lida spoke bluntly about their life. “We are born joined at the hip. In Jolfa, in Armenian quarter. We share kidney and some skin, no more. We can make operation. In America.”
“We will make operation, when this is over.” Madi commented, gazing at Thierry.
“We will see.” Lida added.
The dressing room was a miniature version of
