The twins settle in their seats at the church hall with cake doughnuts, coffee and three creamers apiece. Norma wanders off to chat, as usual, and Edy looks for her, as usual. “Where’s my sister?” Edy says.

Norma returns and tweaks Edy’s downy hair, fluffing it back to the heavens. They are dressed the same — navy blue sweaters, Peter Pan collars, cravats, quilted jackets. OK, fine. They did it because we were coming from the newspaper. They don’t always dress alike, but it’s one of those identical twin things.