Save That Last Dance!
The C twins were transplants into Rich Town–arriving here from a planet out west around 4th grade. They came out of the sun, like a marshall to clean up Dodge. Here’s their theme:
The C’s were a fascinating study in group dynamics. Two gorgeous identical twins, with the cutest nose and dancing freckles you ever saw. Many people had a bitch of a time distinguishing them–our basketball captain had to look at their shoes (wtf?). I never had that problem, for some reason. These girls were deep in the social order, but never once did any other rich girl say a mean thing about them. And the C’s were nice to every living creature, like Casper. When high school came, not one boy ever made a lascivious comment or a whispered lewd observation (though there certainly was plenty to drool over). The girls never cared ‘where they stood’: they were chill before there was chill. And why the hell did they smile so damn much??
Someone told me that the reason my wife is pretty, is ’cause she’s pretty inside. I would hazard a guess that the C’s were that way.
I was at a high school house party getting loaded when one of The C’s arrived. Guy next to me says, “You know, I would never want to be kissed by a C.” Why? “i would know then that my life would go downhill from that moment.” I considered that; we clinked beers and moved on. Brown Bottle philosophers searching for the grail.
Even in a room full of conservative dressers, they stood out:
No mini-skirts or stilettos, thank you. No coy looks while they cleared hair from a cheek. With guys, it was never ‘Oh my God, look at THAT!” It was a quiet smile to yourself and thinking, “Godamn, she’s just so pretty.”
TV blared ads every 10 minutes for Doublemint gum (“Double your pleasure, double your fun’ sang happy, smartly dressed twins) or Certs, where two cheerful girls in their twenties said “It’s 2-[click]-Two[click]: Two Mints in one”. I’d bet neither of the C’s ever used those products. Take THAT, Don Draper!
Since I was ‘Joe varsity athlete”, underclassmen asked about them–did they date? Were They really that nice? How do you tell them apart? and of course, which one did I prefer?
They ran for Homecoming Queen, probably at gunpoint. I knew they could never win. Votes would split between them, but more importantly, they weren’t homegrown rich girls. In those dark days before the deluge, I knew the Queen had to be mega-rich and have sharp corners. The cactus flower triumphs over roses. You take roses for granted, I guess. (Side note: the band was on the field when the winner was announced. From behind me, a male voice: “There really IS no fucking God!” LOL.)
Within 5 years of graduating, the family left; lock, stock, and freckles. Good for them! Rich Town was a good place to be ‘from’.