“Now before you two get into anything interesting,” I began, “I have a question for you: what are your names? I think it'd be most beneficial to call you two by name.” Before they could immediately answer, however, Pounder leaped up onto the couch right between them. She shrunk back a bit, but he simply plopped his huge head into her lap and gave her his sweetest look; soon enough she was petting him, much to his satisfaction.
The explanation: she was Lily, he was Ezra, & they were twins. I knew it! I thought to myself, doing an imaginary fist pump. But I merely nodded, loving my intuition at that particular moment.
“How are you involved with the Resistance?” Ezra asked.
“I was Patrick Lansing’s right hand man for a spell. I helped him in more than a few schemes, & he offered me a room for a while. After a while, I felt I wasn’t doing enough, so I struck out on my own, reporting back to Pat every once in a while.”
“Funny you should mention Pat," Ezra said cautiously, glancing at his sister. "We’ve been living with him for a while.” At the mention of Patrick Lily got this odd look in her eye. Her lip quivered.
Ignoring it, I exclaimed, “Oh!” Then I bluntly asked, “So how’s Pat been these days?” A single tear rolled down Lily’s cheek as she gave a cry & lunged for her brother, nearly knocking Pounder off the couch. Ezra then explained that they’d been captured, as had Pat, & ultimately met his finis at the hands of the Premiere.
An odd mournful rage welled up inside me after his words. My dog gave a sobbing whimper. I shook my head, for once in my life at a loss for words, as Ezra comforted his poor sister.