![]() ![]() “By the eyes.” She’d tugged the corner of each eye outward with a fingertip. ![]() He and Hannah take after their father – once a woman stopped the two of them in the grocery store and asked, “Chinese?” and when they said yes, not wanting to get into halves and wholes, she’d nodded sagely. Only the hair color is different, Lydia’s ink-black instead of their mother’s honey-blond. It happens sometimes – their faces are so alike you’d see one in the corner of your eye and mistake her for the other: the same elfish chin and high cheekbones and left-cheek dimple, the same thin-shouldered build. Their mother steps back into the kitchen, and for one glorious fraction of a second Nath sighs with relief: there she is, Lydia, safe and sound. The ‘they’ in question are Lydia’s parents, Marilyn and James and her siblings, older brother, Nath and younger sister, Hannah. ![]() 1977, May 3, six thirty in the morning, no one knows anything but this innocuous fact: Lydia is late for breakfast. ![]()
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