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Ricky, who had never been counted before, said, “Both.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “But next time, bring both of you to the diner. The waitress makes good pie.” baby gemini and ricky

They became a strange pair. Ricky drove an old sedan with a busted radio, so they talked instead. Baby Gemini told two versions of every story. The time I almost drowned (heroic / pathetic). The first person I loved (they loved me back / they never knew I existed). Ricky listened to both and never asked which was true, because with Baby Gemini, both usually were. Ricky, who had never been counted before, said, “Both

They fought once—really fought. Baby Gemini had promised to meet Ricky at the diner at midnight, but midnight came and went, and then 1 a.m., and then Ricky found them walking along the river alone, talking to someone who wasn’t there. Ricky drove an old sedan with a busted

“You forgot,” Ricky said.

Baby Gemini stopped walking. The river ran dark and patient. “Ricky,” they said, and their voice was two voices now, “if you can’t love the twins, you don’t get to love the person.”

Ricky met Baby Gemini at a laundromat on a night when the dryers were all broken. Baby Gemini—who wasn’t a baby at all, just small and sharp-chinned and dressed in mismatched socks—was feeding quarters into a machine that wouldn’t spin.