A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
“Yes Derby,” I say as patiently as possible.
“Please ask her to mobilize to the library. The Bond
twins will be waiting for her.”
“I shall inform Miss Morton and you can advise
the twins that she will be along to take care of them
within the next thirty minutes,” she replies.
“Thank you Derby,” I say wearily and set off in
pursuit of the twins.
It is really quite extraordinary, if you walk
behind the twins it is as if they have been cut from
the same mould. They are exactly the same height
and have the same physique, even their hair is the
same length to the millimeter. They keep stride with
each other as we traverse the corridors and stairwells
to the landing that hosts the library without ever
looking at each other, but somehow it is hard not to
get the impression that they are communicating.
Quite eerie, when you come to think about it.
Deborah calls me back. “What was it this time,
scrapping again?”
“Yeah, who knows what about. Charlotte said
they refused to comment. I suppose it doesn’t matter
really,” I tell my chum.
“Well I need to dry my hair and get dressed,
tell them that I’ll be along to beat them as soon as
possible,” she tells me.
I arrange the twins on either side of the
hallway so that they don’t succumb to the temptation
of getting into another scrap. They both know the
form. They raise their arms and inter-link their hands