Simon and Peter

My eyes squint at the tall guy with blue dreadlocks and green headphones. Is that Simon? Simon and his twin brother, Peter were two of the children that Ruth and Kathleen fostered together. They've grown up since I last saw them—now they're twice the size of me.

His brother Peter strolls out of the bathroom with pink dreadlocks and a light green tuxedo. I'm sure from their smug body language and hipster swing that they're my uncles.

I'm not suggesting that every black person in Newark are my aunts and uncles, but many certainly have my grandfather's eyes.

I don't know how I'm going to approach them. Amazing if they even know who I am. They were only with Ruth and Kathleen for a few months when they were six and they went back to their mother and grandparents as soon as they got better.

Annie's flirting with them at the bar. I can see Father District's annoyed. He's mumbling curse words under his breath.

"Why does Annie have to follow us everywhere?"