I moved my hand away from Derek’s and
reached for Wyn’s. His grasp was faster and he pumped my hand a few
times with the shake.
“We’re twins,” Wyn said.
I looked them over, and it only took me a
second to realize that he was right.
“So you must be the jam packed Land Rover
pulled up out front,” Derek said.
I continued looking at them and somehow
realized then that I would never have any trouble telling them
apart.
“Yeah, that’s mine,” I said. “It was my
mom’s.”
“Oh, she get sick of it?” Wyn asked.
“Um, no.” I paused. “She died.”
“Oh, shit. I mean, I’m sorry,” Wyn said.
Derek looked at him, and then said,
“Sometimes, we don’t think.”
“It’s fine. People never know what to say. I
never know what to say when people ask about her. It was only about
a year ago, so I just keep busy and do what I need to. I’ve heard
busy is the best, and eventually you wake up one day and realize
you’re more healed than you ever thought you would be.”