The facial features were enhanced with high cheekbones and a tanned complexion that might have come from skiing in the Andes or sunbathing on a yacht anchored off Bahia Blanca. They sat regally, delicate hands demurely laid on their laps, staring down at the orchestra pit through uniform blue-gray eyes that gleamed with the intensity of moonlight on a raven's wing. Their matching flaxen blond hair was coiffed in long ringlets below their bare shoulders, with tightly woven braids running across a center part on top. The women were dazzlingly beautiful, not simply pretty or exotic, but shimmering beauties in the classical sense. "Archaeologists won't be overjoyed to rewrite the book on prehistoric civilizations." It's best to make an appearance occasionally to let them know we're not extraterrestrial aliens bent on secretly controlling the country."
"Because, dear sister, if we didn't display the family on different occasions, the government and the public might begin to think of us as a gigantic conspiracy wrapped in an enigma. "She's the only one who would have enjoyed this awful bore." "I agree," whispered Geli, the sister on Wolf's right. To some opera lovers, it is a genuine masterpiece, to others it is a four-hour drone. Poppea had been the Roman emperor Nero's mistress during the glory of Rome, yet the singers wore costumes from the seventeenth century, and to rub salt in the wounds, all the male parts were sung by women. The overture ended and the curtains pulled open and the audience reluctantly turned their attention from the stunning and resplendent brother and sisters sitting in the premier box and gazed at the singers on the stage.Įvery seat in the house was occupied sixty seconds before the overture to the opera The Coronation of Poppea by Claudio Monteverdi, except for the preeminent box on the right side of the stage. When Karl and his four sisters showed up on opening nights at the opera, it was a major gossip event. He was tall- at six-feet six-inches, he towered over his five-foot ten-inch sisters. His face was square-cut, sporting a chin indented with a dimplelike cleft, an arrow-straight nose, and a head jangled with thick blond hair through which women dreamed of running their fingers. He was as handsome as his sisters were stunning, but ruggedly so, with thin waist and hips accented by lumberjack shoulders and a weight lifter's arm and leg muscles. Ramrod-straight, the male centerpiece possessed the same hair and eye color as his sisters, but there any further resemblance ended. The women were attending the opening night of the opera season as a family affair, graciously nodding and smiling to the man who sat in their midst.
It seemed unthinkable, but they were all married and each had given birth to five children. Strikingly sensuous and sultry, they had an ethereal, untouchable goddess quality about them. They were bejeweled in a glittering display of comparable diamond chokers, earrings, and bracelets. Sitting in a semicircle in the box, they radiated like yellow, blue, green, and red sapphires. Their long, shimmering silk gowns with dyed fox trim were identical except for color. Maria Wolf, the sister sitting immediately to Karl's left, leaned over and whispered, "Why must you subject us to this terrible ordeal?" It's beginning to develop as some kind of record describing an early worldwide catastrophe." O'Connell have also made headway in deciphering the alphabetic inscriptions. "I'll make it up to her when La Traviata opens next week." "We should have waited until Heidi returned from Antarctica."
If I didn't know better, Admiral, I'd say you were talking about Atlantis." "An unknown ancient civilization wiped out by a great catastrophe.
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