A Story from Twindom

By Tricia J Culverhouse

Twindom is an imaginary community, outside of Nashville, where twins, separated (often by evil forces) are reunited. Most of the residents of Twindom have found each other through the Twindom website. However, some, driven by the circumstances of their existence, must travel through, and be rescued from, the Valley of Despair.
Dr. Timothy Franklin and his twin brother, Thomas, a paramedic, usually make the rescues. They are spending Tim's sabbatical together in Twindom, before Tom enters medical school.
The first person the Franklin twins rescued, Bob, discovers he has a twin brother when his adopted parents go through a divorce. Bob runs away shortly thereafter to keep from murdering his adopted mother. She was extremely cruel and tried to destroy his artistic bent. He finds himself in Twindom.
Six years earlier Donald Brown, an African-American, saw his twin brother, Ronald, kidnapped in broad daylight. Now, a junior in high school, Donald, a trained runner, has developed a severe panic disorder and frequent breaks with reality, in response to the kidnapping. Donald goes off his medication for several days and makes the journey through the Valley of Despair (usually a two or three day trip) in 18 hours.
Evil forces separate Margaret Elain Smith from her twin sister and younger brother, after their parents die in a plane crash. Her kidnapers carry her off to an abusive foster home. She escapes after three months. The Franklin twins sedate and bring Margaret Elain into the safety of Twindom. She arrives in Twindom with anorexia, the result of the abuse.
Meanwhile, Bill Davis arrives from San Francisco and reunites with Bob.
Bill Davis arrives with the Johnson diaries. These will unlock the mystery of the Johnson twins, whose statue stands at the center of the Garden of Hope.

Indeed, the development and actions of the Johnson twins are central to this novel. On their sixteenth birthday, March 3, 1840, Levi and Eli Johnson first share with each other their conviction that slavery is wrong, as they walk in the woods behind the Johnson Plantation. Knowing they must take every precaution to keep their thoughts and feelings about slavery secret, especially from their father, Levi suggests they communicate on this subject only in writing.
The Johnson twins were nineteen, when they attended their first Quaker meeting. The Quaker spirit was much more in tune with the twins own gentle spirit. Soon, they secretly embraced the Quaker religion and its teachings against slavery. This step gave the twins an inside track towards fulfilling their larger goal of helping to end slavery everywhere.
In 1848, Jeremiah Johnson died leaving to his twins, 100 slaves. Levi and Eli promptly free their slaves, and transform the Johnson Plantation into a haven for escaping slaves.
Following the Civil War, the Plantation became a unique orphanage where Black and White children grew up and were educated together.

In the 1940's, the Johnson Plantation falls under the control of extreme racists who transform it into a slave state unto itself. As a first step, the new managers separate the youth and children and force the African-Americans into slavery. The process expands as those, who agree with the new stance of the Johnson Plantation kidnap and sell additional African-American youth and children to the Plantation.
Kidnapers also deliver White children, especially orphans, to Johnsons Haven. The adults at the plantation school and Johnsons Haven carefully groom the White children to become the future overseers and managers. Kidnapers deliver Mary Ellen and Billy Joe Smith. However, the staff cannot mold the Smith children, the grandchildren of those who worked alongside Martin Luther King, to fit its expectations.

Once Bob and Bill Davis expose the slave traffic, the days of the Johnson Plantation are numbered.
However, even before the authorities reach the Johnson Plantation, the Franklin twins re

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781477105719

Tricia J Culverhouse

The Author The further we moved from the center of the storm, the more profoundly the Civil Rights Struggle affected me. Only after we moved to Illinois, did I learn there was a difference. I learned about the shame of slavery and the sickness of racism. Television played a major role in my developing awareness of injustice. The attempt to desegregate Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas, resulted in a public demonstration of racial bigotry in action. From California, the sights and sounds coming from the South grew more distressing. I saw a mob attack unarmed Freedom Riders in my hometown, of Birmingham. I saw dogs and fire hoses used against children. I saw the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church firebombed. This and much, much, more lay the groundwork for incorporating the Civil Rights Struggle and the values taught by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. into my own experience.

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A STORY

FROM

TWINDOM

Tricia J Culverhouse

Illustrations by Ronie Pios

Copyright © 2013 by Tricia J Culverhouse.

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Rev. date: 02/18/2013

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Foreword

Acknowledgements

Author’s Keys to this Novel

Part 1: Finding the Safety of Twindom

Chapter One: Rescued from the Valley of Despair

Chapter Two: Out of Touch with Reality

Chapter Three: Breaking through Donald’s Defenses

Chapter Four: Abuse Uncovered

Chapter Five: Unlocking Margaret Elain’s Eating Disorder

Chapter Six: Bill Davis Brings the Johnson Diaries

Chapter Seven: The Johnson Diaries Unveiled

Part 2: Celebrating the Legacy of Levi and Eli Johnson

Chapter Eight: Levi and Eli Free Their Slaves

Chapter Nine: Overcoming Opposition

Chapter Ten: Preparing for Trial

Chapter Eleven: Transforming the Johnson Plantation

Chapter Twelve: Leaving the Plantation

Chapter Thirteen: A New Mission for Johnson’s Haven

Chapter Fourteen: The Legacy of Levi and Eli Johnson

Chapter Fifteen: Hagar’s Long Travail from Capture to Freedom

Part 3: The Johnson Tradition Betrayed

Chapter Sixteen: Our Husbands May Have Dishonored the Johnson Legacy

Chapter Seventeen: Returning the Johnson Plantation to a Slave State

Chapter Eighteen: The Aftermath

Part 4: Rescue and Reunion

Chapter Nineteen: Rescued from the Johnson Plantation

Chapter Twenty: Bringing Ronald Brown into Twindom

Chapter Twenty-One: A Stormy Reunion

Chapter Twenty-Two: Sunday Afternoon

Chapter Twenty-Three: Escaping through the Tunnel

Part 5: The Johnson Plantation Undone!

Chapter Twenty-Four: Crashing the Party!

Chapter Twenty-Five: Cleaning Up the Mess!

Part 6: Seeking Medical Help

Chapter Twenty-Six: Will Ronald Run Again?

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Explorations

Part 7: The Heritage of the Civil Rights Movement

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Legacy of Dr. George Franklin

Part 8: Healing and Reconciliation

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Twin Struggles and Forgiveness

Chapter Thirty: Day of Surprises

Chapter Thirty-One: Rescue and Redemption

Epilogue

Dedication

He arose from Dexter Avenue Baptist Church

In Montgomery, Alabama,

(the very heart of the Old Confederacy),

Like a Moses sent to lead his people

Out of the Desert of Jim Crow Segregation

To the Promised Land of Equality.

Martin Luther King, Jr. taught us

A new way of responding to violence.

He taught us a new ethic of nonviolence,

Which refused to strike back at aggressors.

His new ethic replaced hatred for oppressors,

With love and respect for the enemy,

While affirming the worth and dignity

Of every oppressed person.

Those who seek to follow his teachings

Will often find the path difficult

And the opposition fierce.

For we inhabit a world where

Violence is the norm,

And respect for the dignity

Of others the exception.

Still, we must press on

To the Promised Land of Equality,

Where violence becomes the exception,

And respect for the dignity

Of others becomes the standard.

Selected Spoken and Written Words by

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Before the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth, we were here. Before the pen of Jefferson etched across the pages of history the majestic words of the Declaration of Independence, we were here. If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not stop us, the opposition we now face will surely fail.

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Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.

Letter from Birmingham Jail, April 16, 1963

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I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I Have a Dream speech, August 28, 1963

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Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.

Letter from Birmingham Jail, 16 April 1963

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An individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.

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It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can keep him from lynching me, and I think that’s pretty important.

Quoted in The Wall Street Journal, Nov. 13, 1962

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We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.

Speech in St. Louis, Missouri, March 22, 1964

Foreword

‘Tis a gift to be simple

‘Tis a gift to be free.

A Story from Twindom celebrates simplicity and freedom. Many of its characters emerge or are rescued from complicated deceptions and enslavements.

‘Tis a gift to come down

Where you ought to be.

Twindom invites us and its characters to come down where they and we belong. They and we discover it to be not only a beautiful place, but also a living community.

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Part historical novel, part fantasy, part allegory, this is a difficult book to categorize. We find in its pages a remembrance and honoring of American heroes who worked for goodness: Quakers, whose simple faith spurred them to live for peace; members of the Underground Railroad, who risked their lives for the freedom of others; and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who inspired generations to work for justice.

The novel also leads us to imagine a fearful twilight Valley of Despair and the verdant garden and fountains of Twindom. And what about the twins themselves? Are they and their journey to be reunited symbolic of the human desire and search for true community – true brotherhood, true sisterhood?

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Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream – a dream that someday all would live in a world of justice, freedom, and peace. Tricia Culverhouse shares this dream. This novel is her tribute to Dr. King, and her imagination takes us on a journey in which his dream comes true.

Sylvia P. Karcher,

M.Div., Ph.D.

Acknowledgements

My special thanks to my dear friend and pastor, Rev. Dr. Sylvia Karcher, who actually gave up part of her vacation to read and write the foreword for A Story from Twindom.

I am grateful to Dr. Edward Williams, former dean of the University of Redlands’ Johnston College (retired), and Dr. Helen Huntley, who taught creative writing at California Baptist University, Riverside, California. Each read and made significant suggestions on portions of the early drafts. I am especially thankful for Helen’s suggestion that I employ a narrator who was not a twin, and therefore, an outsider. By choosing to make the narrator, Azell Rodgers, an African-American, I gave her special insights into the African-American experience.

My dear friend, Jan Harvey, used her skills as a photographer to produce the photographs for the cover. Special thanks also to Rose Mayes. As co-founder of the Dr. Martin Luther King Visionaries Foundation, in Riverside, California, Rose Mayes commissioned the statue of Martin Luther King, Jr., which stands in downtown Riverside. Ms. Mayes graciously gave me permission to use a photograph of this beautiful statue created by Lisa Reinertson on the cover of this novel.

I owe a special debt of gratitude to Joseph Karcher, M.D., a retired heart specialist. I owe an equal debt of gratitude to Bonnie Huiskes, RN, FNP, Ph.D, a former heart nurse, and currently Chair of her department at the School of Nursing at Azusa Pacific University. Each read and provided crucial information and insights about the heart condition described in chapter 29. Without their input, this chapter would have extended far beyond my reach as a writer.

Special thanks to my favorite uncle, Rev. Cecil Culverhouse, who served as Pastor of the First Presbyterian Church of Nashville between 1955 and 1960. The general information he gave me about the city of Nashville proved extremely helpful. Beyond this, I discovered, Uncle Cecil and I are kindred spirits, sharing the same concern for social justice. Indeed, Uncle Cecil was part of earliest attempts to desegregate Nashville’s lunch counters, long before James Lawson arrived to provide the nonviolence training, necessary for an effective campaign. I was surprised and overjoyed to make this discovery, since some of my relatives stand firmly on the other side.

Special thanks go to Margaret Koontz, who designated a portion of her mother’s inheritance to purchase a new computer and the latest word processor for me. The new computer arrived mid-way in the writing of A Story from Twindom, requiring me to take a break from the novel, while I learned the new computer and software. In the end, however, the transition proved extremely beneficial!

I am exceedingly fortunate to live in the Internet Age. As a historical novel, as well as a fantasy, A Story from Twindom required a tremendous amount of research. Having the Internet at my fingertips; usually allowed instant answers to the question of the moment. I frequently turned to the Internet to refresh and confirm my memories of the Civil Rights Movement, and other historic events.

Thanks to two friends, Shirley Glass and Duane Nickels, who assembled the first complete manuscript for Rev. Karcher to read. They became my hands for a task far beyond the ability of my cerebral palsied hands to accomplish.

A huge thank you to all who encouraged me in this journey.

Finally, special thanks to my dear friend, Connie Brennan, a retired schoolteacher, who read the entire manuscript and made necessary corrections on my computer.

Tricia J. Culverhouse

Author’s Keys to this Novel

Bold text indicates twinspeak, the speaking of identical words by a set of twins. In another expression of twinspeak a second twin completes the thought of the first twin, indicated by a set of dashes at the end of a portion of spoken text and at the beginning of next section of spoken text.

I also use dashes, when one character interrupts or echoes another character. Dashes within a section of text highlight characters struggles to put their thoughts into words.

Bodoni MT is the voice of the Narrator, who appears at the beginning of chapter One, and throughout the novel.

Italics indicates a character’s thoughts.

The newly freed slaves in chapters 8-11 speak substandard English, until they learn proper usage. They and Ronald Brown, with a sixth grade education, before his kidnapping, often struggle with long words, usually breaking them into syllables.

Flashbacks, long passages where a character is remembering or recounting a past event, appear in Franklin Gothic Medium. I have indented these, as well as for long quotations.

Underlining and FULL CAPS give greater emphasis to spoken or thought words.

Double underlining in chapter 28 highlights actual members of the Civil Rights Struggle.

Part 1:

Finding the

Safety of Twindom

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Welcome to the Garden of Hope!

Chapter One:

Rescued from the Valley of Despair

A solitary traveler trudged up the twisting trail towards the fuzzy skyline of an unknown city. What is this place? she wondered aloud, wearily wiping her brow with a worn handkerchief. Where on earth am I?

She whirled around startled by the sound of her own voice. Who’s there? she spoke to the empty landscape.

How and why, she wondered, could such a place exist? Nothing in my years as a girl scout or an experienced hiker, prepared me for the desolation of this place.

It’s only us — a reply came to her spoken question.

— only us, and we are coming to help you, a second voice picked up and completed the thought.

The reply was even more startling to the dejected traveler who saw no one in the gloom. Indeed, I have not encountered another human being in several days of travel, since, I cannot remember where or when.

Who’s there? And where on earth am I? the frightened traveler pleaded with the stark landscape.

It’s only us —

— only us, and we are coming to get you.

The mysterious voice and its strange echo seemed closer now. Still, the traveler could see no one.

Just stay where you are and we will find you. Now the voice and its unusual echo seemed to speak as one harmonious voice.

This is too much!

The beleaguered traveler sank to her knees and cradled her head between trembling hands, sobbing softly. Punctuating her sobs, she heard the sound of swiftly approaching feet. This further alarmed the traveler, who found herself unable to move or even to look up.

There she is!

Clearly, somebody is coming my way, and I have no means to defend myself!

The traveler would have been even more alarmed, had she known the feet running towards her were NOT African-American.

Where?

Over there to the right!

Yes, I see her now!

When they drew closer, the footsteps slowed. As her fear and sobs decreased, the traveler began listening carefully. I hear two distinct sets of footsteps. The footsteps stopped as they reached her and the touch of a gentle hand on each shoulder reassured her.

We have come to help you, a gentle voice on the traveler’s left, assured.

Experienced hands began to massage the traveler’s neck and shoulders. Gradually, the fears and anxieties of days, or perhaps weeks, in this desolate place gave rise to a glimmer of hope.

Then, a hesitant voice asked, you haven’t come to punish me?

To punish you? Oh, no! We are here to bring comfort to weary travelers, like you, the voice on her left continued, and to assist —

— assist them in their quest, a second, almost identical voice on her right picked up the thread.

Their quest? The traveler raised her head for the first time and stared out across the vast stretch of the twilight-covered valley she had crossed. Their quest? Their quest? She repeated the phrase several times trying to remember something important.

As if on cue, the hands left the traveler’s shoulders and two hands gripped each arm firmly. We know this is important to you, a voice broke into her thoughts, but the answer will be —

— answer will be much clearer after a good night’s rest, the other voice broke in and finished the thought. Now, if you are able to stand, we need to get on up the trail.

Yes, of course. I think I’m ready, the traveler struggled to stand, but don’t let me forget! Please don’t let me forget! She pleaded.

We will not let you forget. We promise, the other voice reassured her. Now, please, just relax and let us help you to your feet. Much better! Now you need to turn to your right, the voice instructed.

And to your right, again, the other voice prompted. Now, just follow the trail ahead.

Immediately, the traveler noticed a difference in the trail. The surface is much smoother and the grade less demanding. Further, one of her escorts lit the trail with the light he carried.

This light was actually extremely weak, offering little assistance to the escorts who already knew the trail quite well. Its real purpose was to begin the process of adjusting the traveler’s eyes to the presence of light after days or perhaps weeks in the twilight world of the Valley of Despair. This process required extreme caution. Too much light given too soon could be quite painful and might result in temporary blindness. Thus, the process began even before travelers left the valley and would continue over the next several days.

Thank you, kind sirs. The traveler spoke with renewed energy. Surely you must have names," the traveler observed after they covered some distance.

Yes, certainly, the voice on her right responded first. I’m Robert.

I’m William, the other voice rejoined. They call us Bob and Bill.

Or usually, whichever name comes to mind first, Bob concluded.

And your name? Bill asked after a brief silence.

It’s Azell Rodgers, the traveler responded.

What city is this? the traveler asked as they began their final ascent.

This is the city of Anywhere in the State of Twindom, Bob answered.

The city of Anywhere in the State of Twindom, the traveler repeated thoughtfully. That’s strange. In all my study of geography and political history I’ve never heard of either.

That’s because neither can be found on a geographical or political map, Bill explained. The State of Twindom is a state of being —

— a state of being, which can exist anywhere its inhabitants happen to be, Bob broke in and completed the thought.

I’m afraid I don’t understand, the traveler slowed her pace as they reached the outer edge of the city. It’s like a riddle.

Each brother secretly wished he could give the traveler the answer to what she had called a riddle. Still, they both knew, if the traveler made such a discovery before getting a night’s sleep, she would probably not rest, until she had fully explored every avenue. More importantly, they knew the traveler would need a clear head — which only rest could give — for the task ahead.

We know this is confusing to you now. Bill slowed his pace to match the traveler’s pace. It will all become clear to you soon. Meanwhile, Bob, can you alert the kitchen staff to set another place at the table and I will show Azell where she can leave her backpack and freshen up. Sorry, you won’t have time for a shower before dinner, but there will be plenty of time for a shower and rest after dinner, Bill promised."

Bob quickened his pace, not only to alert the kitchen staff, but also to notify the welcoming team.

~

Yes, I, your narrator, was on a quest. My first major assignment for my high school newspaper was to investigate a healing community outside of Nashville. I had specific directions from my teachers at Hunters Lane Comprehensive High School in Nashville, but I had no way of knowing beforehand, my strange ordeal through and rescue from the Valley of Despair was a vital part of my investigation.

~

One of my rescuers, Bob, was himself rescued just four weeks earlier. In the following four weeks, much had happened to transform Bob’s life and the lives of other visitors to Twindom, and would, eventually transform another whole community of people who awaited rescue.

~

I will begin with Bob’s story as told to me by Bob and others.

~

Good morning, Bob. Irene slid into a chair across the table from Bob as he finished breakfast. I trust you had a restful night?

Oh, yes, he affirmed, especially after Tom and Tim finished my body massage. They kept finding sore muscles I wasn’t even aware of having.

Yes, I’ve heard they are very thorough, Irene agreed.

I would say, Bob began as he stood up and picked up his breakfast tray, those two are angels.

Yes! Most people around here would agree with you. Irene stood up and walked with Bob as he put things away. But, of course, they deny it. They see themselves as —

— mere mortals with a deep concern for the suffering of others, Bob broke in and completed her thought. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.

It’s okay, Bob, Irene assured him. It happens often around here, but usually not between people who hardly know one another. She deposited her coffee cup. It’s called twinspeak, Irene searched Bob’s eyes for any signs of comprehension. You have been with Tom and Tim, masters of twinspeak.

Twinspeak, Bob repeated the word several times before turning to Irene. There are things about this place, he began hesitantly, I just don’t understand. I feel so confused.

Yes, I understand, Irene reassured him. Bob, please join some of us in the garden, Irene suggested, and maybe we can clear up some of your questions. Also, She continued, we have some important business to discuss with you.

Sure thing, Irene, Bob replied, provided you can tell me how to find it.

I can do even better than just telling you. I can take you to the garden myself, the soft-spoken woman offered. So any time you are ready, we can go.

~

I suppose I’m ready, Bob said. So lead the way.

Here, Bob, you’re probably going to need these, Irene said handing Bob a pair of sunglasses. The sun in Twindom can be extremely bright, especially if one is not used to it, She continued. Don’t put them on yet. There’s something I want you to see first.

Stepping out the side door from the cafeteria into the morning sunlight Bob encountered a vast array of fountains, flowers, and trees. This place is awesome! Bob took several deep breaths, inhaling the oxygen-rich air. Wow! I feel more alive than I have in days. He took several more deep breaths. You are right about the sun, too, He swiftly covered his eyes.

Yes, Irene agreed. This place is truly awesome! This is the Garden of Hope. Quite a contrast to what you experienced on your way here. A deep sadness came over Bob as he remembered his journey through the valley. You’ll have plenty of time to explore the garden later, Irene promised. For now, however, our team is waiting for us over there to the right.

They walked toward a large oval shaped umbrella table. This area was set apart from the rest of the garden by a four-foot hedge with a passageway on either end. Good morning! Irene called as they approached. What a beautiful Twindom day!

Good morning! Yes, it’s a wondrously, beautiful day! the team affirmed in chorus.

Do you all remember Bob Carlos, from John Overton Comprehensive High School, in Nashville, who arrived yesterday evening? Irene motioned to Bob to take one of the two empty chairs facing the team. Please make yourself comfortable, Irene encouraged as she took her seat on the other side of the table.

Welcome, the chorus began, to the State of Twindom.

Bob, a few minutes ago, Irene began, you told me there were some things about Twindom you didn’t understand. I told you we could clear up your questions. Moreover, we will try to do this before the morning is over. But we are — She continued as the Franklin twins moved towards the passageways, with the purpose of blocking any attempt at sudden flight. — particularly eager to hear about your quest.

My quest??? A wave of confusion and terror swept over Bob’s face as he repeated the phrase again. My quest??? This reaction surprised no one. Indeed, everyone expected it, since the negative power of the Valley of Despair had not completely released its icy grip.

To put it another way, Bob, Iris encouraged, why have you come to Twindom. What are you seeking and when did it begin?

It began when, Bob started strong before letting his voice trail off, "I was sixteen, the year —

Oh, it’s no use! Bob rose to his feet suddenly. I shouldn’t have come here! I don’t belong here! I don’t belong anywhere! By now Bob was trembling and sobbing uncontrollably and seemed undecided which way to run.

This reaction, too, was fully expected. The first questions always reawakened the panic that had driven the seeker into the Valley of Despair in the first place. The team understood how painful the process was for the seeker. A decision to run, however, would drive the seeker back into the Valley of Despair. Therefore, the team had to deal with the reaction swiftly and firmly.

Bob, please sit down, now, Irene commanded. Like a young child who has displeased the parent he so wanted to please, Bob obeyed. Let’s let him sob it out, Irene advised as the Franklin twins, Tom and Tim, returned to the table.

It may be time to pass the Kleenex, Jan observed after several minutes. She rose and carried the Kleenex box from the center of the table to Bob. Setting the box within easy reach, she knelt down beside and embraced the still sobbing figure. Everything will be okay, Little Brother, She whispered. You’ll see. It’ll all come down right.

I don’t know how — it can ever — come out right. Bob struggled to form the words between sobs. — Not in this — broken world.

I understand, Jan affirmed handing Bob several Kleenex. Please trust me and you’ll see. It’ll all come down right.

~

Bob, Irene began after several minutes of calm, please look up at me. She waited for him to make eye contact before continuing. We know you have probably experienced tremendous rejection and ridicule because of your quest. Am I on the right track?

Yes Ma’am, Bob whispered hoarsely.

I know I am. Irene continued, So please listen carefully to what I’m going to tell you. You will never ever experience that kind of rejection from anyone in Twindom.

Why? Bob’s voice started to return as Jan rose and silently returned to her place at the table. What makes the people of Twindom different from the rest of the world?

I am so glad you asked, Irene said with a lilt in her voice. Do you remember when we introduced ourselves last night?

Yes, of course, at the dinner table, Bob answered wondering where this was going.

Those who are here this morning are going to give a repeat performance, Irene explained. We want you to study our faces and then tell us what makes the people of Twindom different from the rest of the world?

Fair enough, Bob agreed removing the sunglasses and shading his eyes with his hand.

Okay, let’s roll the tape. Tom gave the signal to begin.

Welcome Bob, I’m Irene.

And Iris. Welcome!

Oh my goodness! Bob exclaimed.

Hi Bob. I’m Jan

And Jule. Welcome!

Good morning, Bob. I’m Duane!

I’m Wayne. Welcome!

Why didn’t I see it all before? Bob rose to his feet. Please! Please! Stop the tape and I’ll tell you what makes the people of Twindom different from the rest of the world!

Okay! Irene made a cutting motion with her hands. Cut! Okay, Bob, if you are sure you know what makes the people of Twindom different from the rest of the world, would you convey this information to the dear reader who may not yet understand.

Yes, of course, Bob put the sunglasses on, moved away from his chair, and took the stance of a debater. The people of the fair State of Twindom are set apart through the biological wonder of having been born and grown up together as twins, and —" he hesitated swallowing hard.

Come on, Little Brother, you can do it! Jan whispered.

And by their, he continued with renewed determination, desire to help reunite those who are separated.

Applause accompanied the movement back to his seat along with shouts of, Bravo! Well said! Excellent!

~

Bob’s profession was one I, your narrator, could never claim, or even comprehend, at first. I was not a twin nor, before coming to Twindom, had I ever known anyone who was. My biology class had not addressed the biological phenomenon of identical and fraternal twins. I had much to learn.

~

Now, Irene began, I think we are ready to begin hearing your story. You said your quest began when you were sixteen. Tell us about your sixteenth year.

Well, Bob sighed deeply, the day after celebrating my sixteenth birthday my parents –- he released another deep sigh, — or the people I thought were my parents — announced they were getting a divorce. Then, several days later when I took out the trash — He stood up and pulled out his wallet. — I found evidence of my adoption and, trembling hands carefully removed a yellowing photograph from the wallet and handed it to Irene, that my twin brother was rejected.

Irene took the photograph and studied it carefully before turning it over to read, Billy and Bobby at 18 months. She turned the photograph over for another long look, before deciding. Identical!

You found this in the trash? Wayne asked.

Yes, Bob moaned.

How thoughtless and careless of them, observed Iris as Irene passed the photograph to Jule.

Yes, Jan agreed sadly, but what an opportunity for Bob to discover the true source of his emptiness."

And then, Jule began, handing the photograph to Jan, to have the possibility of finding and actually being reunited with his twin brother! Now that’s exciting! Jule concluded, as Jan carried the photograph to the other end of the table for Tom, Tim, and Iris to examine.

You may even discover all this — Tom began, as Tim chimed in; — will outweigh the pain of discovering your parents have clay feet.

I know you’ll want to keep this yourself, Irene returned the photograph to Bob. If we need it we’ll know who to ask.

Thank you, Bob returned the photograph to his wallet and sat down. Do you think there is any hope of finding him?

There is always hope, Bob, Irene assured him.

But don’t expect overnight results either, Duane cautioned.

The process can take anywhere from a week to a year, or more, Irene said, depending on any number of factors —

Including whether your twin is also looking for you, Iris suggested.

Is this possible? Even the sunglasses could not conceal the excitement dancing in the young man’s eyes.

Remember, anything is possible, Little Brother, Jan encouraged.

This high note seems like an excellent point for a break, Irene observed standing up. Let’s take five minutes and be ready to begin taking Bob’s personal profile when we return.

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Bob and Jan moved toward one another. If I’m your little brother, Bob observed thoughtfully, then you must be my big sister.

I can answer to that, Jan stretched to put a hand on his shoulder as they started walking away from the others.

I hoped you would, Bob began, because I have always wanted a sister or a brother to share — He turned away as his voice trailed off.

It’s okay, Little Brother, Jan turned him toward herself. I’m sure it was difficult growing up as an only child, but that’s all in the past, she encouraged. You have a big sister to lean on now, and sooner than you think, we’ll find your brother as well.

Maybe, he mumbled trying to turn away again.

Bob, do you remember, Jan encouraged, when Iris suggested the possibility your twin brother might also be looking for you?

Yes, he turned back to her. Yes, I remember! It was the most incredible feeling of being alive, he said as once more his eyes danced with hope.

Then, hold onto this feeling, Little Brother. Hold onto it, Jan encouraged urgently, and don’t ever let it slip away!

I’ll try, Sis. Only, he pushed back a new wave of sadness, you may have to keep reminding me.

They stood in silence for several minutes as Bob drew strength from this new relationship.

Sis, Bob broke the silence, could I ask you, I mean you and Jule, to play the song you played so beautifully last night after dinner.

Well, I think maybe this could be arranged, Jan raised her voice slightly for the benefit of Jule who was approaching.

What are you arranging now? Jule asked as she joined them.

The gentleman has requested an encore performance, Jan began seriously.

Of ‘Simple Gifts,’ the sisters chimed in chorus before bursting into laugher.

Wait a minute, Bob looked at them in confusion. I’ve heard of twinspeak, but how did Jule know what I asked you before she arrived?

This wasn’t a matter of twinspeak, Little Brother, Jan began trying to maintain a serious tone. Yours was not the first such request we have received.

Okay, now I get it! Bob seemed satisfied.

But not completely, Jule insisted. Because ‘Simple Gifts’ is a song of healing, it is the first thing we play when a new seeker arrives. Perhaps this is why the song is such a hit throughout Twindom.

I, too, had experienced renewal, from this simple song of healing.

Exactly! Bob’s eyes began to dance again. The song made me feel alive again after being trapped in the valley for so long.

We’re so glad! the sisters chimed together.

But it’s so odd. I can’t remember anything — A shrill whistle interrupted Bob’s words.

~

Tim and Tom observed with satisfaction how intently Bob watched the performance. They also watched carefully for signs of physical exhaustion or collapse. While they might have kept Bob in isolation, until morning, experience had shown this only prolonged the valley’s effects. Thus, the staff had decided, travelers, who were able, would eat dinner with the staff. Staff members carefully monitored the new arrivals for signs of physical fatigue or breakdown.

Bravo! Bravo! Bob rose to his feet before sinking back into his chair engulfed by exhaustion.

We need to get this fellow to bed, the Franklin twins spoke simultaneously to each other.

Please excuse us, Tom addressed the group. We need to get Bob to bed.

The brothers rose and flanked the exhausted traveler. Do you think he can walk? Tom asked.

No, let’s just carry him, Tim suggested. He’s done enough walking for one day.

Wait! Daniel called from across the table as he and David stood up. Let us help you.

Yes, please. Tim accepted the offer. Your help is greatly appreciated, he continued as David and Daniel reached them. Tom, you take his feet and lead the way, I’ll take his shoulders, and you two support him in the middle.

Can you imagine two of these giants on the basketball court? Daniel asked as he took his position.

~

There’s Irene’s whistle, Jule observed. We better start back before she sends out a search party. Oh, and Bob, about your encore, Jule continued as they walked toward the meeting place, how does immediately after lunch fit into your schedule?

Sounds like a perfect fit to me, Bob said giving them a thumbs-up.

~

Welcome back, Irene began. Now, Bob, the rest of this morning and most of the afternoon will be taken up by the process of building your profile. We will be asking you a long list, she held up a thick document, of questions, while Jule feeds your answers into her laptop. We will send your profile by computer to centers around the world, where information about missing twins is gathered and exchanged. Now, did I leave anything out? Irene asked opening the cover of the document.

The blood sample, Tim prompted.

Thank you, Tom, Irene acknowledged the prompt. Jan, can you show Bob to the lab before we regroup after lunch.

Yes, of course, Jan affirmed.

Lily will draw a small sample of your blood, Irene explained, and develop your biological profile by reading your DNA. This, after all, she concluded, is where your personal Twindom began.

We also believe the unusual bonding of twins originates immediately after conception, in the case of identical twins, when the zygote divides to form two exact copies of itself, Tom explained. We believe each twin leaves a minute, but detailed portrait of itself behind at the moment of division.

Once identical twins leave the womb, Tim picked up the story, this portrait is switched on and begins searching for its identical self.

In fraternal twins, Tom continued, We believe there is a chemical exchange between the —

This sounds like science fiction, Bob said thoughtfully.

Yes, Bob, in a sense it is, Tim responded, because the only way it could ever be demonstrated is through the abortion and testing of —

No, this must never happen! Bob was on his feet.

We all agree such a thing must never happen, Irene assured him.

Therefore, how twins seek each other out after leaving the womb must remain a subject of science fiction, Tim observed.

And why even the possibility of such an idea must never be mentioned, Tom stressed, outside the confines of Twindom.

Don’t worry about me. Bob sat down slowly. My lips are forever sealed on this topic.

Good! Irene concluded. Now, I think we are ready to start building Bob’s profile.

~

Bob, I, for one, Tim began as they waited in the cafeteria line, am eager to hear the story you started to tell at breakfast before Tom and I were called away.

So am I, Tom agreed. Let’s get our food and meet in the staff dining room. We are less likely to be disturbed there.

Sounds good to me, Bob responded, but I’ll need to let Jan and Jule —

Right behind you, Little Brother, Jan’s mild voice reached Bob’s ears.

Then, would you like to join us? Tim asked before Bob could form the words.

Sure! It sounds interesting. The sisters spoke as one. That is, if Bob doesn’t mind.

No, I’m fine, Bob picked up a tray from the stack. "I’ll meet you there.

~

Well, as I started to tell you this morning, Bob began when everyone had gathered, I was extremely angry with Mom for what she had just done to me. I knew if I didn’t leave before she returned, I would probably try to kill her. So —

~I stuffed a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter into my backpack, along with everything I had uncovered about my adoption; and having a twin brother and set out to find my twin.

~

I walked down hill, away from the house and away from town. The path, which I knew almost by heart, seemed unusually steep and rocky. When I reached the woods at the outskirts of town, I knew something was not right.

Instead of walking between towering trees, separated by occasional burst of sunlight, I found myself climbing over their exposed roots, in almost total darkness. Many of the roots were too large, even for my long legs, to traverse. More and more I found myself climbing onto, walking across, and climbing down the far side of these mammoth roots. I wanted to turn back, but I could not find an exit. The path I had taken into the woods no longer existed. It had vanished, leaving me no option but to go forward.

Eventually, I reached the clearing, or what I thought was the clearing, at the far side of the woods. However, all of the usual landmarks had disappeared. Instead, I faced a vast emptiness. Trees, houses, shopping center, even the highway, and the mountains had all vanished.

I was surprised to discover it was already twilight. By my calculations, it could not have been any later than 3:00 or 3:30. Glancing at my watch to confirm my calculation, I discovered it had stopped, at 1:15, the exact time I left the house.

I, too, shared Bob’s experience of having my watch stop. This is, indeed, a common experience, for those who travel through the Valley of Despair.

I have to go back, I thought. Something is very wrong here! I have to go back! Why did I come out here? I began to tremble. My brother! Yes, I came to look for my twin brother! However, not here! He cannot be here! I have to go back!

The possibility of going back faded as I realized I had lost all sense of direction. I would have to wait for darkness and the stars to appear, before I could chart my course. However, darkness never fell! No stars appeared to give direction. Moreover, no sunrise announced the beginning of a new day.

I struggled to keep moving, hoping to discover, somewhere, a passageway out of this vast emptiness. With no landmarks and no sense of direction, it was impossible to know which areas I had already explored. The task became a meaningless repetition of fruitless actions.

My meager ration of food was a thing of the distant past. The air, which contained very little oxygen, was becoming thinner. My body was growing weaker. Walking became much more difficult. Still, I dared not sleep or even rest for very long for fear I might never wake up.

My thoughts were so jumbled I could no longer remember how or why I came to this awful place. Was God punishing me for some unremembered crime?

~

The stress evident in Bob’s face and voice for some time gave way to loud moans. What had I done? What had I done?

Jule touched Jan’s hand. Silently they slipped away from the table and onto the stage. With no introduction, the music began flooding the room. In the same moments, Tim rose, moved directly behind Bob’s chair, and began to massage his shoulders. The moans soon ceased as, once again, Bob’s attention focused on the healing power of the music. Although she had difficulty watching them as she played, Jan was almost certain Bob’s eyes were dancing to the beat of the music.

~

We have about an hour, Jan suggested as they left the lab and crossed the hall to return to the cafeteria. Would you like a quick tour of the garden?

Yes, I would. I’m wondering, Bob continued half way across the now empty cafeteria, if I can take the tour without these? He pointed to the sunglasses he now wore on top of his head.

No, Little Brother, this is not a good idea, Jan responded with firmness. An hour of sightseeing isn’t worth the risk, she cautioned, especially when your eyes will return to normal in a day or two.

An hour of sightseeing isn’t worth the risk, especially when your eyes will return to normal in a day or two, Bob repeated. I don’t understand.

Didn’t anyone explain —? Jan began.

No. Explain what? Bob’s voice grew tense.

Okay, I guess not, Jan said. Let’s sit down here, she suggested, pointing to a table. It’s about the story you told us during lunch.

About my strange journey through — Bob began.

Yes. We call this experience the Valley of Despair.

That fits, Bob agreed. So what does this have to do with my eyes?

When people have been in the Valley of Despair for days or even weeks their eyes become accustomed to the twilight, Jan explained. When they are, then, exposed to too much light too soon their eyes are unable to adjust resulting in severe pain and/or temporary blindness.

Oh my! Why didn’t somebody — Bob objected. The possibility of blindness — even temporary blindness — evoked feelings of fear and terror; he could not allow even Jan to see.

So, it would probably be best, Little Brother, Jan rushed to defuse the situation, if you allowed me to be your eyes and describe the garden for you as we go.

I’ll accept your suggestion, Bob stood up and pulled the sunglasses down over his eyes, but I’d still like to know why nobody told me about the risk. Had he, Bob wondered, escaped the oppression of the Valley of Despair, only to have blindness engulf him?

So would I, Little Brother. I’ll bring it up with the team first thing this afternoon, Jan promised.

~

Meanwhile, Jan stood up and led the way, pushing the door open, the Garden of Hope awaits your exploration!

There are currently eight fountains, Jan began as they stepped into the garden, each given by a set of twins this little corner of Twindom helped to reunite.

So, there are many Twindom communities? Bob asked.

Yes, you’ll find us in most of the major cities of the world, and in many smaller cities as well, Jan, explained as they moved forward.

Right in front of you, Jan stopped him, is the Fountain of Peace. The plaque reads ‘Given in Thanksgiving by Mary and Elizabeth Donaldson, Reunited, December 4, 1994.’ The fountain itself, Jan continued, is made of blue and white marble. A white dove holding the traditional olive branch flies above the fountain held aloft by a delicate spiral of blue cable.

Wow! Sounds awesome! Bob exclaimed picturing the description in his mind.

Yes, Jan agreed, especially in the early light of morning. I won’t have time to describe everything in such detail, Jan said, but this is at least a taste of what’s out here.

Before we leave the Fountain of Peace, Jan suggested, let me say each fountain is surrounded by flower beds separated by walkways giving direct access to seats on the ledge of the fountain. And note, she concluded, the flowers planted around each fountain correspond to the color of the fountain.

This is so incredible!

Ahead and to the right, Jan continued as they moved forward, Is the Fountain of Joy, ‘Given in Thanksgiving by Daniel and Donald Moorehouse, Reunited July 6, 1965.’

And to the left is the Fountain of Serenity, ‘Given in Thanksgiving by Michael Smith and Marcus Kennedy, Reunited October, 12, 1985.’

Why the two last names? Bob asked.

These were older men, both established in the business world. So they decided each would keep his own last name, Jan explained. What last name or names to use is one of several things neophytes must work out between themselves.

Neophytes, Bob repeated the word thoughtfully. Doesn’t this refer to new converts to a religion?

Yes, this is the usual meaning, Jan affirmed. However, in Twindom, neophytes refer to twins who have recently been reunited and are in the process of bonding. We encourage those who can, Jan, continued, to remain here for two weeks, or until they complete the process.

To your right, Jan said when they had moved forward again, is the Fountain of Fulfillment. This is the largest fountain and it stands almost at the center of the garden. This was actually given by several sets of twins who were here at the same time.

Also to your right and at the center of the garden, Jan said as they moved forward, is a statue of two gentlemen on horseback. The inscription reads, Jan continued, Celebrating the Legacy of Eli and Levi Johnson. She moved closer to bring the dates into focus. Both were born on March 3, 1824, Jan reported, and they died six months apart in 1879.

So, who were these guys? Bob asked with anticipation.

Nobody seems to know, Jan responded with a trace of sadness in her voice.

Nobody seems to know, Bob echoed Jan’s sadness. How —? Why —? They must have done something important, he surmised, worthy of being celebrated.

Yes, I know, Jan, agreed. Jule and I have talked to everyone who was here when we arrived and even a few people who have returned just to visit, Jan explained, Still, the Johnson twins remain veiled in mystery.

Does Twindom have a library? Bob asked thoughtfully.

Yes, a small one, Jan responded.

Then, this is the logical place to begin, Bob said with confidence. Can you direct me to the library after we finish meeting with the team?

Certainly!

I can hardly wait to see all of this for myself, Bob remarked as they moved forward again.

I know, Little Brother, but just be patient, Jan encouraged. Sooner than you think your eyes will adjust and this will all be yours. To your left, she continued, is the Fountain of Renewal given by a set of surrogate twins.

Surrogate twins? Bob puzzled.

Both had lost their biological twin to an early and sudden death, Jan explained. Martha contacted the Twindom website, the usual method for reaching us, and was referred to us as the closest location. She was coping fairly well, except for occasional bouts of loneliness.

But Rosy, Jan continued, was brought out of the Valley of Despair in critical condition. Martha spent several weeks, with major support from the staff, nursing Rosy back to reality before the process of bonding could begin.

Up ahead, Jan stopped him, are the Fountain of Hope, the Fountain of Faithfulness, and the Fountain of Transformation. However, these will need to wait for another day, as will the playground.

The playground? Bob queried.

Several years age, Jan began as they started toward the meeting area, a set of neophytes in their mid-40s just couldn’t bond, until the psychologist helped them realize, since both had grown up as an only child with difficult parents, both had skipped over childhood. The psychologist suggested they begin playing together.

Did this help? Bob asked.

Yes, it did. But then the problem became, Jan continued, where do grown men find places to play appropriate to their body size? Based on their experience, they donated a complete playground with slides, swings, and jungle gyms all build for adults and overgrown teenagers, Jan laughed,

Thanks, Sis. For someone who has to stand on her tiptoes to reach my shoulder, you really know how to cut a guy down, Bob returned the joke. So, does this stuff get used?

Constantly! Jan replied. In fact, the playground is so popular you have to reserve it a day in advance. Neophytes have priority use of the playground. However, seekers and staff also use it. There are even a couple of basketball hoops, Jan suggested, if you want to practice.

Thanks, Sis. Who would I see about this? Bob asked.

Daniel is in charge of the playground, Jan said. Or if you like to garden and are an early morning person, David, his fraternal twin, is the person to see. The gardening is all done before breakfast.

Thanks, Sis, I’ll keep this in mind.

Speaking of neophytes, Jan continued after a pause. You won’t find a lot of rules here in Twindom. There is, however, one rule everyone enforces, if it becomes necessary. Nobody, not even staff, interrupts neophytes, identified by bright blue armbands, when they are in the garden or on the playground. This is their bonding time, Jan concluded, and it is considered sacred.

~

That is absolutely beautiful!

Jan’s velvety voice broke into the silence, causing Bob to drop his brush and whirl around with an expression of sudden terror. Oh, it’s you, Sis, he acknowledged before turning away and struggling to recover his composer.

Yes, it’s me, her voice betrayed concern. Who did you think it was?

I — I — I thought it was Mom. Bob backed up several steps and sat down on the ledge of the marble fountain trying to stop the trembling. I — thought she had come to do it again!

Bob, honey, you’re not making any sense. Jan sat down and cradled him in her arms.

Yes, I — I know, Sis. Please wait, and I — I’ll try to explain. Gradually he relaxed and the trembling ceased as she sang soothingly. Thanks, Sis, he said calmly pulling away from her embrace.

Ever since I can remember, Bob began, looking into her face, my parents have told me I was just wasting my time —

Wasting your time? Jan interrupted. How? With what?

With my art.

With your art? Jan questioned. No Bob, you must have misunderstood their intentions.

No, Sis, he stood up slowly, there was no misunderstanding. My parents were very clear — my artistic tendencies would not be tolerated.

But, Bob, Honey, why would anyone do such a thing to their own child?

I don’t know, Sis, Bob shook his head. I don’t know, unless they were trying to break the child’s spirit.

And you think — Jan stood up.

I’m not sure, Sis. I never understood any of it, until I discovered I was adopted. Bob walked over to the easel and picked up a brush. And even now, I still can’t make sense out of most of it. He looked at the painting from several angles trying to decide how to continue. I, especially, don’t understand why things became so much worse after the divorce.

Is this why, Jan moved closer, aware she was treading on dangerous ground; you were ready to kill your mother?

How did you know —? He dropped the brush and backed away.

It’s okay, Bob, Jan quickly tried to reassure him. Nothing happened, because you left the house on your journey here to Twindom, before she returned. Jan chose her words carefully, hoping not to evoke memories of the Valley of Despair.

Yes, I remember now. Bob seemed to relax. But how did you know about it, he pressed.

I heard — Jan began, searching for a way around the obstacle of the valley.

Jan, did you find him? Jule’s voice came as a welcome relief to Jan’s predicament.

We’re over here, Jan responded to the call.

Well, come on, Jule continued as she ran toward them. The team is — She stopped, her eyes fixed on the painting. Bob, that is gorgeous!

Yes, it is, Jan affirmed.

What were you saying, Jule, about the team?

She didn’t tell you? Jule asked in surprise.

I think the team, Jan began slowly searching his eyes, has something of great interest —

Well, Bob’s eyes exploded like a Fourth of July display, why are we standing here talking about it? Bob’s long legs were in motion before either sister could respond.

Why didn’t you tell him? Jule asked as the sisters walked quickly.

It’s a long story, Jan whispered. I’ll tell you later.

~

Three-fourths of the way to his destination Bob slowed to a reflective walk, as he considered how to tell the team about his omission.

Good afternoon, Bob calmly walked into the meeting area. I just got the message.

We assumed this was the case, Irene began, since no one knew exactly where to find you.

I know you have information regarding my quest that I am extremely eager to hear, Bob began as the sisters took their places at the table. However, first I need to correct an omission to my personal profile. The reason for the omission and reason for my not wanting to be found will both become clear.

I guess we’re all here, since Tom and Tim are out searching the valley, Irene observed. So, okay, Bob, you have the floor.

I may not need to tell you that long story after all, Jan whispered excitedly to Jule. Your answer just arrived.

~

Ever since I can remember, Bob took the stance of a debater, my parents have told me I was just wasting my time with my art. In fact, my parents were very clear — my artistic tendencies would not be tolerated.

Iris stood up, poured a glass of water from the pitcher on the table, and walked around to Bob as he continued speaking. As a young child I found this all very confusing and threatening. I quickly learned the one gift I wished to give my parents — my art – must be created in secret and hidden from view.

Bob accepted the glass of water and took several swallows before thanking Iris and setting the glass on the table. In effect, I was forced to go underground with the one thing that gave my life meaning. He took several more swallows of water.

Oddly enough, the situation became much worse after the divorce. One morning Mom came home several hours before I expected her. Bob’s eyes met Jan’s desperately searching for strength. Jan gave him a silent thumbs-up. While I was in the bathroom cleaning my brushes, Bob continued with renewed confidence, Mom took a butcher knife to the painting I had just finished and left to dry.

This was not the first time my work had been destroyed. A deep and agonizing pain resonated in Bob’s voice. I vowed it would be the last time. I knew I had to leave before I tried to kill her.

Bob took several more swallows of water. Since arriving in Twindom two weeks ago, I have continued to paint in secret, until today. I did so, not because I wished to deceive anyone here, but because the secrecy had become as much a part of my life as the art.

Within the last hour two members of this team broke into the secrecy with words of affirmation. Bob took several steps to the left and stood right in front of Jan. Although you, Jan, set off all the alarms, I can’t begin to tell you and Jule how much those words of affirmation mean to me! Thank you!

Bob managed to reach his chair and sit down before; uncontrollable trembling overtook him. In a flash, Jan was at his side. It’s okay, Little Brother. It is okay. You do not have to hide anymore. You are finally free to be yourself.

~

Bob, please look at me, Irene said, when the trembling had ceased. You are one amazing young man! How many children facing the opposition you faced from your adopted parents survive with their creative spirits intact? Very few, I am sure. Not only this, Irene encouraged, but you had the foresight to leave an extremely dangerous situation before committing a crime that would have, probably, landed you in prison for the remainder of your life.

~

It would not be stretching the point, Iris began after several minutes of silence, to say that art is in your blood. Bob, she announced after a long pause, we have found your twin brother.

You found him! You found my twin brother! Bob was on his feet. Where? When can I meet him? What are his interests? Was he ever — Bob’s questions came in a rush, tripping over one another.

Bob, stop! Irene held up her hand. I know you have a thousand questions, She continued. Most of them will be answered for you, if you’ll just slow down and listen.

Yes Ma’am. Sorry, I got a bit carried away, Bob apologized, as he sat down again.

Okay, Bob, Jule began considerately, I’m going to give you some of the highlights mostly of things that match with your profile. I will give you the full printout to read later. Are you ready?

Yes!

Your twin brother goes by the name, Jule began, William Warren Davis. The Davis family adopted him several months after your adoption. The family moved from Nashville to San Francisco several years later. He has been searching for you for about eighteen months.

Standing two inches taller than you, Jule turned the page, Bill is the captain of his high school basketball team. He enjoys most other sports as a spectator. He sings in high school and community choirs and recently took up the guitar.

Although Bob had partially closed his eyes, his face beamed. When do I get to meet this dream-come-true? Bob stood up unable to contain himself any longer.

Is tomorrow at noon too soon? Irene asked.

Is tomorrow at noon too soon? Bob repeated the question thoughtfully as he walked to the end of the table, back to the center, and faced Irene. No, the timing is perfect.

Good! Now, here’s the plan, Irene began as Bob moved his chair closer and sat down, Bill’s flight is due at 10:15. Iris will go to the airport, pick him up, and bring him here.

Could I go to the airport with Iris? Bob asked trying to disguise the little boy’s plea he knew was in his voice.

You could, Irene began, but we don’t recommend it. Unless I’m way off —

Why? Bob interrupted.

Let me finish, please, Irene held up her hand. Unless I’m way off, I suspect tomorrow’s meeting will be extremely emotional for both of you. People in airports, who are rushing to catch a plane or rushing to find luggage, so they can go home, are not tolerant of heavy emotional displays.

It’s much better, Iris suggested, having your initial meeting here in a safe environment, where people understand and affirm those emotions.

I suppose you’re right, Bob admitted leaning back in his chair, "and I suppose