The second thing we were famous for was how we looked together. An old lady stopped us once in the IHOP parking lot. “One of each,” she marveled.
“Excuse me?” our mom said.
“Light, dark, and medium.” The old lady pointed to me, then Walt, then our mom.
Walt giggled, delighted for the attention from someone who wasn’t Mom or Grandma, but I, sensing our mom stiffen, kept my face still.
“Do they have different fathers?” the old lady asked.