Betty Russell was sitting on her mother’s lawn
She had adored the lower lawn since childhood
The large expanse of soft grass had once been pristine
But now it was now covered by moss
Much to Betty’s delight
Quite frequently when the air was dark
Betty would roll naked on the lawn
To enjoy the velvet dampness of green grown moss
She was reading a book of poetry
Written by a Canarian poet named
Nicolas Estevanez
And often I forget
all life’s uncertainties
thinking of these
islands, the mountains
beaches, waves.
In her mother’s house in Arucas
Tomatoes were drying in garlands
On the verandah
Betty’s mother who was also called Betty
Thought that they resembled peaches
But knew that this was just a trick of the light
Betty’s sister who was also called Betty
Was sitting on the dunes at Maspalomas
With her brother Russell
They were sketching the dunes of Corralejo from memory
Betty was identical to her twin-sister in aspects except one
The length of their hair separated them
Betty’s mother was in a bookshop
Signing copies of her latest book
Nudism for Conjoined Twins
It had become a bestseller in all the conjoined communities
Around the world
Conjoined Twins should be able to enjoy the wonders of nudism as much as their singular friends
Indeed they are at a slight advantage
As although nudism has long been recognised as a family pursuit many nudists are single and at times quite lonely
Conjoined twins should they choose to do so always have a partner to speak to
Which further highlights the delights of this pursuit
The butcher had told Betty that most of the beef that was enjoyed by the islanders was of a very high quality and imported from South America
Pork and Lamb however was sourced locally as was rabbit
Rabbit he explained could be successfully enjoyed cooked with onions red pepper and oregano and served in a piquant sauce
This made Betty very happy as she adored cooking
Her brother loved the timple which was a four or five stringed guitar and was made by hand by craftsmen on the island
When his sister was cooking he would often sit on the high green stool and play simple folk tunes to her
Each year at the end of November the three Betty’s and their brother Russell would come together to celebrate the colour green
They would wander slowly along a cornice road and discuss the colour in depth arguing on occasions and agreeing on others
When not discussing the colour they would enjoy the magnificent views afforded
They would always rent the same house near to the Anden Verde
And stay together for six days
Before separating once more