Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look, my twin sister said.
I zoomed in on the latecomer — anyway — and was instantly beamed back — a million years, at least — to recess — on the blacktop — where this girl — with her fingers sticking out of her pants — chased — no, terrorized — other girls.
I’m a boy, she’d say, beating her chest like Tarzan.
Thought I’d forgotten that.
The Ikebana class started with a brief meditation and prayer.
Then I spent way too much time shuffling, scrambling, searching for the right words to say — because — I really did not know what to say.
Hey, you two! You look exactly like you did in 5th grade — only taller. Ha!
Pounding his chest — just like she used to — Jeannette said, I’m Timothy now — by the way.
I pointed and gestured with my pinkie, You have a noodle in your beard.
Small world, my twin sister said.
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