if it was n't his blood , his pain , there was only one other it could belong to . i saw my parents pushing the twins on their matching swings . he had always been a lady killer , and still turned heads as they walked in a single file in the narrow space between tables , making towards an empty table in the rear . he pulled his chin into his throat , trying to look stuffy . he would want his people fresh . i wrapped my hand around his arm lightly , tugging him back . 