Tweeners at Angel's Mist

CHAPTER ONE

Trever’s dream started where they often did, near the turn off to the water of Blue Mans’ Cove. Thoughts of seeing the dolphins playing again made his eyes shine. He started down the gentle, green slope to the sand and then decided to stop and enjoy the view.  He was slowly scanning the beach when suddenly Trever saw something about six feet away that he couldn’t understand.

I can’t believe this, can that really be Shawn? he thought. Sure enough his twin was sitting there watching the dolphins play. Trever raced down and threw his slender body on the sand beside his brother. They were identical twins and looking at them was like mirror imaging, from the tops of their curly brown hair to the tips of their toes. The look of astonishment on Shawn’s face made Trever laugh. Laughter that Shawn did not share.

“How is this happening?”  Shawn was angry,  “You’re in MY dream?”

“I don’t know Shawn,” Trever whispered innocently.  “I can’t believe it’s you. I’ve had this dream loads of times.”

“Really, then how come you never mentioned it before?” Shawn snapped.

Before Trever could reply they heard their names called.  It was their mother.

Shawn sat up in bed; his eyes flew open and he quickly turned his head to see if Trever was awake. He wasn’t. In one motion Shawn was on his feet and had pulled Trever’s blanket off.

“HEY...ARE YOU CRAZY?”  Trever shouted.  “WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?”

“What’s MY problem?” Shawn growled, “Just answer one question for me, did you dream you were at the water watching dolphins play last night?  Did you?” he repeated, “Did you?”

Trever was too surprised to speak.  He nodded yes.

“I thought so!”  Shawn went on, mocking Trever, in a sing song voice, “We’re twins, we haft to share everything.  We can’t do anything alone, even dream. For crying out loud, Trever, I’ve had it!”

“TREVER, SHAWN,” their mother’s voice called up from the kitchen, “breakfast is ready! Come on boys, we’ve got a busy day ahead.”

‘We had the same dream?!” Trever whispered, “Really?!” I thought I had imagined it, Shawn. You actually dreamt you were watching dolphins play at the Cove?”

Trever was still talking, but Shawn was on his way to breakfast. Trever grabbed his sweater and ran down the hall after his brother. At the top of the stairs he caught up to Shawn. He begged him to stop and listen.

“Come on Shawn, give me a break. I had no idea I’d see you in my dream, honest.  But now that we know it can happen, maybe we could do it on purpose.” Trever pleaded, “What about it Shawn?” Calmer now, he continued, “I don’t want Mom to hear us, can we talk about this after breakfast?”

Shawn spoke slowly so there would be no need to repeat himself. “I’m sorry I got so angry. You’re right; it is fantastic that we were able to share a dream, and we’ll talk about it later…ok?”

Maryann looked up from her paper when her sons entered the kitchen and her brown eyes softened at the sight of them. She always fed Shawn first because when they were infants he was the one that had hunger pains. Trever is so different, she thought; he often ate just because it was mealtime. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her husband’s footsteps on the stairs. As he paused in the doorway, he smiled at all of them.  After sixteen years of marriage his disarming smile still delighted her.  The boys look so much like him, she mused, same dark curly hair, slender builds and expressive brown eyes.  She wondered if they’d grow as tall and inherit his sharp mind and crazy sense of humor.” This came for you,” she murmured when he sat down, pointing to a gilt-edged envelope beside his cup.  It was addressed: “Mr. Gino Antonio, Our Lady’s’ Architectural Designer, Blue Mans’ Cove.”

“I certainly sound important don’t I Mari” he chuckled, holding the letter up to the light.

“Your work is inspired that’s why everyone here calls you the spiritual Frank Lloyd Wright. You are important and I don’t say that just because I love you.”

He searched her face and the serious set of her features made him laugh.  It was contagious laughter and soon everyone was part of it. “Mari, listen, your nursing skills set you apart from everyone and we’re in a community of healers!  But I don’t refer to you as Florence Nightingale, do I?  Lighten up, honey.”