"But I still think it's him. Two people do not look this identical," Nancy reasoned.Irene came padding down the stairs, still half-asleep. "Morning, sis. Morning, Nancy."Irene was a first-year university student. She went for a morning run most days, so she was usually up early."Irene, come here for a moment," Amara said.Irene walked over and leaned toward the plate Polly had just set down."Pumpkin pie. My favorite." She stuck out her tongue, almost vibrating with impatience.Amara tapped her lightly on the head with fond exasperation. "Brush your teeth first."Irene made a face. "What is it, sis?"Amara held out the photo. "Take a look. Tell me who this is."Irene glanced at it once. "Oscar, obviously. Who else would it be? It is just a back, but that is clearly him. He has only been gone a few days. What, sis? You cannot recognize him anymore?"Amara pressed two fingers to her throbbing temple.The man they had thrown out as useless was not useless at all. He had play
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