same all the way around. the lab is a fortress surrounded by a belt of green, with no other buildings in sight.
after a few minutes, ruth speaks again. “they should be,” she says.
i think of my twin and his parents. we both have the mother’s sandy brown hair and blue eyes, the father’s nose and chin. i imagine following them down the path, getting into their car and driving to their home. sitting down to dinner. watching a movie in the family room, a bowl of popcorn between us on the couch.
i say nothing. ruth tucks her hands back into her pockets and squeezes her arms in, as if hugging 