Madeline traced the raindrops on the window,
watching them branch into
separate little rivers
then run back into each other's arms.
The train lurched
and Marion grabbed her hand.
"We're almost there," she said,
"and it's your turn to quiz me."
Quelle est la couleur est le ciel? said Madeline.
Le ciel est bleu, said Marion,
their smiles spotless mirrors
as they pulled into the New Rochelle station.
The Fairbanks Twins: Marion and Madeline