Baby Gemini laughed, and the laugh split and harmonized with itself. They walked back to the car, and Ricky drove them home through the empty streets, one hand on the wheel, the other holding Baby Gemini’s hand—two palms, one story, no version control.
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.” baby gemini and ricky
Ricky stood still for a long time. Then he took off his jacket and put it around Baby Gemini’s shoulders—both shoulders, equally. Baby Gemini laughed, and the laugh split and