“These are not twins, but a complete headache,” adults usually said about us. Most of them were quick-tempered, impatient and quick to kill. So we, Dallas and Florida, decided that we would trust only each other and take the first opportunity to escape on the overnight freight train from this damp, mold-smelling shelter of Boxton Creek. And just then we were sent to live in Ruby Valley, with Sayry and Tiller, they were about sixty, and they wanted to adopt us for a while. Okay, where did ours go? But the strange thing is: these adults fed us deliciously, did not scold us for the broken window, and we sleep in a separate room in warm beds. They also suggest that everyone go together for a picnic in the ravine... Oh, what’s the point of all this talk! We need to save money and run. Or not?..