Ricky stood still for a long time. Then he took off his jacket and put it around Baby Gemini’s shoulders—both shoulders, equally.
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. baby gemini and ricky
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 stood still for a long time