Phase two: Twinned
Artemis picked up the brick-filled lunchbox. So, this was the twins’ idea of a good time. It will be fun, they said. You will get exersize, they said.
But Artemis knew- or should’ve known- not to trust the adorabe 3-year-olds. The bricks weren’t the problem, but there was a very strong magnent in the box, and now paperclips and clothespins were flying at him from all directions. One of them had to be hideing a video camera somewhere.
“The kitchen!” Myles shouted, followed by an enthusiastic sound of agreement from Beckett. They herded him downstairs, throwing paperclips left and right.
Artemis decided he had a headache.
The kitchen, he knew, was full of forks and knives. Artemis put down the lunchbox- or, tried to, at least.
Not done yet. More to this chapter.