Felicity and David met Marjorie and Ursula when they were living in Kerala’s capital city, in southern India. Thiruvananthapuram is its name, (or, happily, Trivandrum, is often used!)

They got to know them well over a couple of years, in fact exceptionally well. They agreed later, that the two sisters - who, judging not by their facial features, but by their gestures, motions and posture might easily have been taken for twins - were probably the most remarkable people they had ever met.

They would visit the women’s ample colonial-style house on the outskirts of the city, once, occasionally twice a week, each couple taking it in turns to cook the evening meal. A board-game would follow, or some mutual enjoying of, say, Orff’s Carmina Burana: or perhaps they’d just loll about slipping elaneer. What was most striking about the two women was the bond between them. One had the impression that they needed nothing and nobody else in the world.

Felicity wondered why she and David had been singled out for the privilege of their company. The four had been getting together now for about six months, and it was almost looked upon as a weekly ritual. The only unevenness about it, (if one could call it that), was that the sisters knew a great deal more about them than the other way around. This however, was about to change.

One evening, Ursula broached the subject. “About us,” she announced. “We’ll confess to you that we’ve used you as guinea-pigs; but……...a BIG ‘but’......we absolutely had to trust you before doing this. There’s something about us that we’ve always had a yen to tell someone else, but couldn’t risk it being the wrong people under any circumstances. We believe you’ll enjoy our story, but even after all these months of knowing you, we could have got it wrong, you might be appalled, and then we may never see you again!”

A salacious rubbing of the hands from David, and an encouraging nod from Felicity.

“So first of all, have a look at this photo.” Felicity took the picture and shared it with David. It was a medium shot of the upper half of a man playing tennis and smoking a pipe at the same time. David chuckled. “That’s pretty rare. I mean doing it with a pipe.” “True,” Ursula said. “Well that was Ben.”

“Was?” David chipped in.

Marjorie leaned forward in her lounger. “Was. I was Ben.”

(part 2 follows)
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very good ...very interesting lol when’s part 2?

just working at it now.....couple of days I think. Most of the time's spent on keeping the English good!

just make sure someone gets shot