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The twins, Sam and Pete, were identical except for a small mole over Pete’s right eyebrow. When they were babies, I painted one of Pete’s fingernails bright red so that I could tell them apart easily. Now that they were nine years old, I could no longer do that. The twins were inseparable, private, smart, cute, and a little creepy.

Every weekday morning at 7:45, I drove them to the end of the driveway so that they could catch the school bus, and every afternoon at 4:10, I would drive down again and pick them up.

“How was school?” I asked.

“Fine,” they answered together.

“What did you learn today?” I persevered.

“That the South won the Civil War.” They both laughed. The sound of their laughter more like a cackle.

“That’s not funny,” I said.

Silence.