The Third Twin
“I’ve had dreams like Maya’s.”
The hammer falling again. The cold wind washing over me. As I looked at him, my eyes roamed her face. Her dreaming, fluttering eyelids, her trembling lips, the firelight dancing in her cheeks.
“They started,” Higgins continued, “after I caught a lover of mine, a man I’d met in a club and known for only a week or so—Christ, can I be telling you this? I must, mustn’t I?—after I caught him stealing from me. Not money, not possessions, but something more personal. I mean, can there be anything more personal than one’s sperm? When I caught him putting the zip baggie, with the used condom inside, in one of those soft coolers you store sandwiches in, I reacted . . . v
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