“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “But next time, bring both of you to the diner. The waitress makes good pie.”
“There is no other you.”
Ricky hit it. The machine groaned and started. Baby Gemini smiled for the first time—two different dimples, one shy, one sly.
Baby Gemini went quiet. Then, softer: “That’s the right answer.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “But next time, bring both of you to the diner. The waitress makes good pie.”
“There is no other you.”
Ricky hit it. The machine groaned and started. Baby Gemini smiled for the first time—two different dimples, one shy, one sly. baby gemini and ricky
Baby Gemini went quiet. Then, softer: “That’s the right answer.” “I’m not going anywhere,” he said
