|Betty and David|
Over the years, when Betty told people she had a twin brother, every so often she’d get the question
“Identical or fraternal?”
But that’s not the point of this story.
So Betty and I met for lunch, discovered we were dressed alike. Neither had bothered to fuss – we were both in blue work shirts, faded jeans, clunky old-lady white sneakers.
Lunch was fine, then we decided to stop at a supermarket. In we went, she turned up one aisle, I started up another, and a woman tapped my arm.
“Excuse me, but I’m curious. Are you twins?”
And I replied without a moment's hesitation!
“She is. I’m not.”