Chapter 32

Nora, my older sister, had purposely not talked to and stayed away from Judy since our father went missing seven years ago. Nora lived in Pittsburgh, mothered three lovely girls (Tina, Tori, and Tammy), and was the faithful wife to a beefy fireman named Jude West. Similar to my career, she taught elementary school at Gangridge Primary, read her summers away, and seemed to have a happy, civil, and dramatic-free life without any conflict from our mother. Nora and I communicated regularly, of course. For as little love that Judy shared with us, my sister and I made up for it. Fraternal twins will do that, though, I’m sure. As twins, we were quite close and shared our special lives with each other via phone calls, text messages, webcam sessions, through letters, gifts sent in the mail, and joint vacations. To others in our family, Nora and Nick Hobb were inseparable, connected in a strange and unimaginable hitch that only siblings who shared the same womb could understand.