Part IX: Happy Family
‘Mel never said I was. She never said I wasn’t, either.’
‘You kept my fish alive. And I look like you. You must be.’
‘Come with me.’
I’m reluctant to tear myself away from the fish. Seems to me there are memories swimming in their tank and if I wait long enough, they’ll float to the top. But he’s gone to to take something out of a drawer. I follow the halo of the lamp. It’s a photograph.
It’s my mother, me and him.
‘You, Mel and her husband Tim. A week before you left.’
‘You are twins?’