Do you share your food easily? With whom, and why?

“What?” she said. “Dad always told us we were made of the same stuff.”

I don’t. Do not touch the food on my plate, do not take a sip out of my glass, do not sip out of my straw, do not put something off your plate onto mine.

“Don’t have anymore,” I told her. She gave me the sad face.

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I stared at my toothbrush. Then dropped it in the garbage can. I grabbed a new one. I was not like Tracy at all however, Tracy and I are close. We are so much alike in our ways that mom said we were twins born apart and attached by the soul. So to Tracy, she loved that, and doing things like that with her brother didn’t bother her a bit.

“No I’m not, give me half of yours,” she said.

“I couldn’t find mine so I used yours RJ,” she told me. I looked at it. She left the bathroom.

My wife admitted to cheating on me with a married man. Should I tell this man and his wife that I know?

My older sister Tracy was the opposite. Her twin Lori was more like me, don’t touch my food.

“Out of my mouth?” I asked.

“Give me half of yours,” she said.

What do you love to do at night when you’re alone?

“Can I have a gum?” she asked.

“I’ll get one next time. I’m in a hurry.”

She even used my tooth brush once.

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I yelled after her, “THERE’S NEW BRUSHES IN THE CUPBOARD TRACY!”