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Phoenix I was a bit puzzled by Robyn's reaction to the dirty dishes. I also thought it was a little disturbing how her mother always seemed to belittle her at every opportunity. I can't remember the last time I saw Jack wash the dishes, but for some reason he seemed compelled to roll up his sleeves and take his place at the sink. He worked together, side by side with Robyn, silently until the last of the plates were dried and stacked away neatly in the dish-strainer. Maybe he was just looking for an excuse to be close to her. Jack liked to pretend that he was above any kind of emotional attachment, but I saw the way he was acting. Other people might not notice it, but as his twin, I certainly did. I shut myself in my room upstairs and opened my laptop. I began writing and answe