Chapter One — Two Halves of the Same Whole
Vera and I were born eleven minutes apart, and for the first twenty-four years nb of our lives, I don’t think either of us ever fully experienced the world as a truly separate, individual person. We shared a room until we left for college, developed our own private language as toddlers that took our parents nearly a year to fully decode, and maintained, throughout our entire childhood and into early adulthood, exactly the kind of intuitive, wordless connection that people assume all twins share but that, in our specific case, genuinely lived up to every cliché.
