Early growth
At her party the boy runs best with the hard-boiled egg. During
the obstacle course she meets him at the bird feeder on top of which raisins are scattered. ‘I’m a bird,’ she nibbles and the boy really does bob and nod. Later he says, ‘we’re twins, and I can telepathically read the thoughts in your head,’ at which point she makes a dent in his leg. It’s spring. Sometimes she hears an animal cry as it comes out of its tent, or what’s it called? The uterus. It’s taken from its mother and put on the teat. After the birthday cake the kids run around, they bleat, skitter and find their feet. They start to count the exposed growth rings on a tree stump, loops as fine as hairs. One father keeps calling these the inseparable years.
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