Ivy: You still should have told me. You have to promise never to do that again.
Olivia: Right. Next time I get my heart broken, I’ll let you know. Although, actually, I hope there won’t be a next time!
Georgia: I’m sorry, Olivia, but heartbreak is a part of growing up.
Ivy: You sound like you speak from experience.
Georgia: That’s a long story . . .
Olivia: We’ve got time.
Georgia: His name was Daniel. We met when we were at college . . . Wait, I’m not the one being interviewed here. The readers want to know about you guys, not me!
Ivy: We’re readers, and we’re interested.
Georgia: I don’t think it would be appropriate. By all accounts, Olivia – she says, trying to change the subject – it seems like you would have no trouble making friends if you had to. Wasn’t there a new girl who came into your life while Ivy was . . . Whoa, what have I missed?
Olivia: What do you mean?
Georgia: You two shared a look.
Ivy: There was no ‘look’.
Georgia: Yes, there was! It was more than a ‘look’ – it was a ‘meaningful glance’. [Laughs] Now, you’ve kept a lot of secrets from me over the course of these interviews, and you need to quit it! Frustration to me is like . . . like . . .
Olivia: Wow, it’s not often you see Georgia struggling for a simile!
Ivy: How about . . . like an all-tofu banquet?
Georgia: Right! And I’m not even going to bother asking you to fill me in, because you’ve got that other ‘look’ you two get at times like this. The ‘We can’t tell her yet’-look!
Olivia: It frustrates us as much as it does you . . . almost!
Georgia: I highly doubt that, girls.
Olivia: OK, we’ll tell you – off the record – if you tell us about you and this ‘Daniel’ . . .
Ivy: Oooh, devious. I love it. I’m clearly rubbing off on you, Olivia.
Georgia: Fine . . . Let me just switch off the tape recorder real quick. I was eighteen and . . .
Check back for Georgia’s next interview with the twins, as they come to a crossroads in their lives.