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dressed alike.
Inga blithely ignored it and followed the ancient custom
of putting the girls in identical dresses every morning,
the sole difference
being a red hair ribbon for Regina and a blue one for
Renata. She carefully checked their little gold name
bracelets every
morning to be certain she wasn't getting them mixed
up. I think it was those hair ribbons that set the girls off
on what the
Greenleafs called the twin-game. Regina and Renata
swapped ribbons three or four times a day, and as soon
as they learned
how to undo the clasps on their name bracelets, all
hope of certainty went out the window.
Those two had all sorts of fun with that twin-game, but
now when I think back, maybe they were trying to tell us
something.
The pretty little blond girls had no real sense of
individual identity. I don't think either one ever used the
word "I" It was always
"we" with Regina and Renata. They'd even answer to
either name.
That bugged their parents, but it didn't particularly
bother me. My solution to the "identification crisis" was
to simply address
them indiscriminately as Twinkie and to refer to them
collectively as the Twinkie Twins. That made the girls a
little grumpy
right at first, but after a while it seemed to fit into their
conception of themselves, and they stopped using their
given names
and began to address each other as either Twinkie or
Twink-even when they were using their private
language.
In a peculiar way, that got me included in their private
group. Our families
were close to begin with, and because I was seven
years older than
they were, the chubby, golden-haired twins looked
upon me as a big brother.
I had to tie their shoes, wipe their noses, and put the
wheels back on their
tricycles when they came off. Every time they broke
something they'd as-
sure each other that "Markie can fix it." Every now and
then, one of them
would slip and say something to me in twin-speak, and
they always
seemed a little disappointed and even sad when I