The yard looked dirty.

The scarse snow was muddy wherever busy feet had been spreading soil. A darkness, inkier and inkier, was slowly closing around the house, as the evening of the 28th of February was reluctantly creeping towards its end.

Near midnight, a raven-haired girl was born. The charming, young mother tenderly named her "Aada". She adored books, and she was planning to name all her children in an alphabetic order.

Only ten minutes later, "Abbie" followed her twin sister to the world. The elderly doctor was rubbing his hands. He had guessed right. He would be going home with two cigars and two bottles of single malt tonight. This was due to a little, playful bet he had made with the young father.