Two Glasses of Milk

Summary

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.