“She turns her head so slowly to look at me that for a moment I am stricken with the weird unfamiliarity of being seen – no, not seen. Recognized. It’s rare enough someone knows I’m me and not Ethan without getting a good look at me. It’s straight up weird when someone can tell without fully turning around. The only person I know who can do that is Grandma Belly – my parents still mix us up so frequently that there’s about a 50 percent chance I am Ethan, and someone switched us along the way.”
