Two Glasses of Milk
Language: en
After the State Compatibility Program assigned me a pair of Feline sisters as mates, I started preparing two glasses of milk every night. Celeste, the older sister, was cool and distant, but she would always accept her glass with a polite, quiet "thank you." Rhea, the younger one, had a temper like a storm. She usually smashed the glass and spat insults at me. I prided myself on treating them both with perfect fairness, on maintaining an impeccable balance. Until my friend Mark saw it one day. He hesitated, then finally said it. “Don’t you think that kind of ‘fairness’ is actually unfair…