It was perhaps fortunate that our waitress appeared then to take our orders. I was about to put my hand over hers. Probably saved her the embarrassment of pulling away.

We both had the filet mignon. Not a whole lot of conversation: too busy eating.

We got another bottle of wine and waited a bit for desert.

I started on a delicate path. "So, really how are you? Not the everyday life... We've been out of each other's lives for ten years. At one time, I actually knew who you were. Now, even though you're my twin, I really don't have any idea of just who Julie is. I miss...