Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 41

Hugh

One would think that people one found also trapped in hell would be at the very least interesting. Dare I say intelligent. One would be wrong.

They are currently and have been for the past fifteen minutes, arguing about the color of her eyes.

"Your eyes are brown."

"Oh my god you're just like my mom--- she always used to insist they're brown too they are so not."

"Your eyes are brown."

"I had a boyfriend write an entire poem in middle school about how my eyes are green. My eyes are green."

"No, your eyes are brown they're this really pretty brown. I like them."

"They're green. I've lived with my eyes my whole life I think I know they're green."

"Okay."

"You still think they're brown don't you?"

"Yeah---?"

"They're green---but people have done this before where they swear they see another color in them. They'll do the same thing with my hair and call it straight or wavy when it's really curly."

"Your hair is----thick?"

"So are you," I mutter. Her eyes are grey like mine, for the record. They're both wrong.

"Okay, what color are the boys' eyes?" she asks.

"Grey like mine---but a bit darker more towards brown or black, but mostly they're grey. Well okay that's true of Jupe, I can't actually say about Phin he's usually moving too fast but since they're identical I assume they're the same---?"

"Shit, that's what I've been doing. Do you think they're actually identical or does Phin just move too fast for us to notice?"

"No, I think they're identical they're identical when they sleep."

"Oh that's true I didn't think of that."

"I'm sure one of them will get disfiguring scars soon and it'll be easier to tell them apart."

"Oh no poor babies. I can always tell them apart. I don't know why people think it's so hard."

"I know I can too! They act very different. One is usually trying to parkour off the wall or throw something, the other one wants cuddles."

"Exactly! See, we are good parents."

"We're definitely good parents also neither of them has an anxiety disorder yet. A plus parenting right there."

"I think being able to tell your kids apart is a very low bar," I put in because I want them to change the topic.

"Excuse you, my dad does not reliably know how many kids he has it's a very fair bar."

"Yeah and my dad wasn't even around to pick me out of a line up," Anna says.

"Neither was mine yet I don't have any anxiety disorders," I say.

"I have no problem admitting I have anxiety disorders that's nothing to be ashamed of. Recognizing problems helps overcome them," Thyme says, cheerfully.

"Yeah well maybe I don't have anything to recognize," I say.

"You're in hell dude, I don't think you have a whole lot of legs to stand on," Anna says.

"That isn't even a real phrase."

"Yeah it is. I just said it, therefore it's real."

"Whatever—can we change the subject please?" I ask. I would say 'let's shut up for a little while' but I've been around them long enough to know that that isn't possible.