Gabe looked down at Mira, walking beside him towards their unknown barn dance destination. “You need some distraction, take your mind off tonight?” he asked. “Not sure my fascinating life story will do it.” “It’s about all I’ve got, though,” she smiled back. “So tell me, if you don’t mind. I’m sure you’ve been asked that question a lot, but I’d really like to know.” “It’s good,” he began lamely. “Well, good and bad, I suppose. It just . . . is. Alec was always there. That’s what it’s like. My mom says we reached for each other in our crib as soon as we could reach for anything. That we were each other’s toy and comfort object all in one. And when we got older, every time we moved, it didn’t matter so much, because I was never walking into that new classroom alone.” “That sounds wonderful,” Mira said with obvious envy. “What could be bad about that?” “If you’re the follower twin,”
