Winter 2004 • Vol. XXVI No. 1 Fiction |

Episode from the History

For Keith and Rosmarie Waldrop One evening the twins' mother came to where a few of us were sitting. "Come, come see." We went quickly up the stairs behind her. At the door to the twins' room she put a finger to her lips and entered, raising the candle: Frankie tossed in his little bed, whimpering faintly. She crossed the room to his sister's bed: Fanny also tossed, whimpering. She too hit out with a fist at the air. It took us a moment to understand: it might have been only one child before a mirror which reflected movement after the faintest pause. Soon they breathed quietly. Later we wondered, if she had woken them and asked what they dreamed, would they have told the same tale? Now when we think back it is this we remember, and not the advent of the book, whose first days are impossible to recall. The book was then in any case a mere curiosity: introduced into the killing jar by the twins, pinned and mounted, displayed between the flat clown beetle and the dog-fac

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