The elder one was eleven. The younger was just five but he was no less curious and mischievous.
‘That a bust?’
‘Where did you learn that?’ the elder brother hissed.
‘Know what it means? It’s a woman’s…….’ he suddenly checked himself.
The little boy glared at his brother; he hated being treated as an infant. He would have his revenge.
‘I think she moved her eyes,’ he said in all seriousness.
The elder brother was taken aback, ‘Impossible.’
‘No, I saw. The eyes moved,’ the kid brother retorted, forcefully.
The elder brother looked into the eyes of the bust and shuddered.
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