when grown out. They shared pale gray-green eyes, a left-cheek dimple, and a crooked lower tooth.
Strangers constantly took them for brothers. Restaurant servers, teachers meeting them for the first time, and coaches at basketball tournaments regularly made the same assumption.
“Are you twins?” people would ask.
The boys would laugh. “Nope. Just best friends.” FriendshipBracelet Kit
I always laughed along.
Without exception.
I knew no other response.
After graduating in May, the boys announced plans to share an apartment. It was a second-floor two-bedroom in an aging Westport brick
