A terrible thing to waste
I met a woman this week with a fascinating story. Both she and her husband (she said) had identical twins, separated at birth, though they had never met. Further, her and her husband were switched at birth, so they couldn’t be sure who their parents were. Her twin was stalking her husband, while his twin was stalking her. She was sure this was true, because they had “seen the twins around town” several times. Her husband was sitting next to her, and agreed that the whole thing was true. I asked her what was on the paper she was holding. It was for the doctor, she said, and handed it to me. On the paper, again and again, was written the phrase “I don’t need psych meds.” I’m looking around for my twin.