The Third Twin
Was it sport for her?
“Oh, fuck it,” she said. “I refuse to walk on eggshells. There were these twin brothers, twelve years old. They did this telepathy thing with a deck of shuffled cards, where one looked at the cards’ faces while the other, blindfolded, received his brother’s conveyed impressions. As Dianna will confirm, these boys consistently got the color right fifty out of fifty-two times. It was remarkable. One of many strange and wondrous traits we multiples possess. Right, guys?”
For two or three seconds no one responded. Then Higgins, who had been fiddling with his camera, said, “I can balance a broomstick on my nose while my brother watches Bewitched.”
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