It all started before they left home.
She wore a red coat, so did he.
She got her black teenage bag, so did he.
Then he put a blue cap on, lit 2 matches and, looked at the sparkling fire and said: “Whadahell Martha, are we twins or are we lovers?“
No answer was heard.
On the streets, no words were spoken. Nothing but steps and silent wonders.
“I wish I had a mustache“ - she thought.
“By this time our house must be completely burned“ - thought he.