23 classes - 4 (1/2)

In the morning, an hour before ten, an hour before we were starting, the four us stood in the living room. Ready. With our luggage. And it was quite the sight.

Jerry had a thin sling bag the size of a briefcase across his shoulder.

”That's it,” he addressed our stares.

Mine was a tall rucksack that stood to two thirds of my height.

I shrugged at the questioning looks. It was the best I could do in terms of an answer.

Dia packed a large suitcase with wheels.

”This, is proper luggage,” she said, delighting in praising herself.

Pratt had three large suitcases, the smallest of which was a size bigger than Dia's.

”What?” He asked, as the rest of us stared. ”It's all necessary. Absolutely.”

”If you say so,” Jerry said, shaking his head in defeat.

I had no words.

Dia grinned at him, approvingly.

No one could understand the twins like each other.

The car was parked right outside the door. And it was fittingly large.

”I'm driving,” Pratt announced before even setting foot outside.

”No arguing there,” Jerry replied, clearly visibly pleased. ”I'll take the second leg.”

”I was thinking,” Dia said.

Jerry and Pratt froze.

”No,” they said together, in the exact same voice.

”Yes,” Dia shot back.

She gave them a glare. Smiled. And continued.

”We're in no rush to the site. We can turn away from the direct route. We could go the longer route. Through the highlands. Visit Pharaohs'. It's been a while. I'm missing it.”

And that was the clincher.

”Come on,” Pratt groaned. ”Not the puppy face.”

”Can't say no now,” Jerry said. ”Not after she spoke with such longing.”

”So, we're off to a really long drive.”

”Pharaohs'.”

”And so, we know where we're lunching.”

”No,” Jerry groaned weakly.

He looked at me crying invisible tears, and spoke in the quietest voice.

”You'll have such a treat.”