The twins. Even then, they'd stood out. Identical redheads, already perfecting their act. Like a two-man circus. Verity hadn't had the confidence to side along with them when she was just 11.
"Worse, no," she admitted. "Their kind of trouble I probably would have avoided back then. But Patricia just always seemed so confident. She would walk up to you and say things like 'Nurse is out tonight. Her room is private. Spin the bottle at midnight.'" Verity tried to mimic Trish's simple, factual tones. Then she shrugged a shoulder, slightly rueful. "Going along with whatever she had in mind only seemed like the reasonable thing to do."