Francine called her elder sister Marie. "The kids are fighting again", she cried out. Marie, who had kept her out of trouble since she was born, didn't even bother to answer. She would act, and be done with it. No need to argue with a sister with a Peter Pan syndrome and an urge to procreate children she would not raise properly. The kids were fighting all right. Perched on the head of their respective fathers, they were bound to kill each other, either by spearing or by drowning. Who were the fools that had given them these weapons, Marie asked herself. Reckless idiots, all of them. The world would collapse without me, and I won't get a medal for this. Marie took off her dress and started swimming towards