"Abel and Abigail, are you twins?"
Ava Maria asked while peeling the potatoes. Today was her turn to cook in the shared kitchen of at least fifteen other Dusty Islanders. Ava, who is not very good at cooking, only helps peel and cut vegetables. The rest, let the other comrades execute it.
"Yap. We were born just ten minutes apart. Abel was born first," said Abigail, cutting the chicken.
"Are you guys originally from here?" Ava asked.
Abel nodded while boiling sweet potatoes on the stove. "Our parents died in the Civil War. Just like almost everyone here. For example, only a few residents are immigrants from the North, like Nora."
Ava, who already knew that Nora was not a native of Dusty Island, just muttered, "Ah, I see." While peeling the potatoes again.
"Abel, wake up, Bara. He should have woken up at this hour. That kid has to undergo physical training with the others," Abigail said.
