At 18, he had always looked so much like his twin sister that some days, it hurt to look at him.
« What are you doing with that? »
He glanced down.
« I want to wear it to graduation. »
For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood him.
« You want to what? »
He unfolded the dress.
I recognized every inch of it.
I had helped choose it.
Mary had insisted on the red one.