Chapter 3

“You guys are twins, right?” Norm said.

“That we are. I’m Zeb, and this is Zeke.”

“Well, Zeb and Zeke, I’m Norm, and this is my friend Josh.”

We exchanged pleasantries, and I extended my hand. It was firmly gripped by first one and then another hand.

“Why is Josh holding on to your elbow, Norm?” one of them said. “Are you guys a couple?”

“I’m holding on to his elbow because I’m blind,” I said. “Blind, but not deaf. Norm and I are best friends, and we’re definitely not a couple.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” I said. “It’s not your fault.”

Norm turned to walk with them and, gripping his elbow, I followed. During the course of the next fifteen minutes or so, we learned a lot about the twins, as did they about us.

Finally, one of them, I think it was Zeb, said, “Would you guys like to come over to our place for a while?”

“Where do you live?” Norm said.