Chapter Twenty-Three
“No, I really can’t,” said Carrie. “It’s impossible. You’re both as good-looking as each other.”
Carrie hadn’t only managed to persuade Cowper/Adonis to remove the bag on her head, she’d also bent the conversation to which of the two gorgeous dandrobians was the most handsome. She had the distinct feeling that the question was one that each of the aliens had thoroughly explored, if not aloud, then definitely within their immortal minds.
An eternity of comparing yourself to someone else, Carrie thought. Immortality didn’t seem so attractive.
“Oh you’re just being polite,” Narcissus said to her. “One of us must have the edge. You can tell us. We don’t really mind, do we, Adonis?”
“No, not at all,” Adonis replied through his teeth.
“I’ve got an idea,” Carrie said br
