Yip, Yap, and Yup (Part 2 of a Story in 3 Parts)

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Last time, we got started the story of aset of triplets, two identical, and one fraternal. Unfortunately, our threepeas are not resting comfortably in their pod. Part 1 gave us Yip’s take onthings. Today, we’ll get his identical’s viewpoint.

 

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YIP,YAP, AND YUP

YAP

I dunno what’s going on withYip and Yup these days. Seemed like everything was okay, and then Yip went offon a tear. I know identicals—IDs, I call us—are supposed to finish oneanother’s thoughts, but maybe if the thought processes involve the “three peasin a pod,” the magic doesn’t work.

All I know is, Yip’s turnednasty lately. Last night, when Yup suggested he and I go on a double date, Ithought my ID was gonna go gorilla on us. Made threats that didn’t even makesense. I know the thing with Cindy’s a thorn between them, but seems like I’mgetting to be one too. Don’t want any part of that. They’re both my brothers,and that’s the end of it. I’d give up my life for either of them. Notwillingly, you understand, but in a pinch. Aw, you know what I mean. We’reclose… or were.

Mae Lin takes up a lot of mytime these days. I never thought of girls as “delicate” until I caught sight ofMae Lin when she transferred in last year. She’s from one of those familiesthat came over after the Korean War way back in the 1950s. So she’s asAmericanized as any of us, but with a difference. She still managed to stay“delicate.”

Native-born American girls havetheir own delicious way about them, but I don’t believe delicate has any partin it. I didn’t say that right. Mae Lin’s native-born like all the rest ofthem, but she still has her ethnicity, I guess you could say.

Anyway, Mae and I finally didgo on a double date with Yup and Cindy. Had a good time at the movie, thesoda shop afterward, and a really good time parked out on the mesa after that.Almost—but not quite—made it to Nirvana that night. At any rate, when we pulledinto the driveway, Yip was waiting with a baseball bat. He whacked on Yup’s cara couple of times, and I really believe he was working up to applying it to ourbrother when Dad came outside to see what the ruckus was and put an end to itall.

Now I’m—along with Mom—knownas the family peacemaker, but there wasn’t a thing I could do to calm Yip down.He went to bed seething that night. Yup, up till then, was just puzzled overit, but he’s beginning to get his back up too.

I think that was the night Istarted to believe there was something more to it than just sibling rivalry…even sibling rivalry of the romantic kind. Triplets are supposed to be closerthan the three musketeers, right? All for one and one for all. And we were fora long time. When I tried to pick the puzzle apart, it became clear right offthe bat that Yip and I had no problem between us. Same goes for Yup and me. Ilove—and like—both my brothers equally, or as well as I can judge somethinglike that. You know how it is. One or the other of your bros does something totick you off and you momentarily move closer to the other, but the thinggenerally balances out. I’m beginning to wonder if this one will.

Can it be something as simpleas Yup doesn’t look exactly like Yip and I do? He used to, but as we’ve grownup, his features took their own path. Yip and I can still fool other peopleinto thinking we’re our brother—our ID brother. Everyone except family and MaeLin and Cindy, of course. But why would Yup looking different put Yip’s noseout of joint?

Then I had a thought thatjarred me right out of my sneakers. Maybe Yip’s jealous because Yup looks likehis own person, whereas Yip looks like… well, me. If he’s jealous of Yup, is heresentful of me because my kisser mirrors his own?

Yip almost got thrown off the soccerteam because every time Yup played goalie, my ID’d kick the ball straight athim, not even pretending to be trying for a score. We used to have great funplaying driveway basketball till Yip started playing dirty. He’d stomp on Yup’stoes, kick his shins, butt him into the brick wall. He put a dent in the garagedoor a week ago when he shoved—not butted—Yup into it.

Things are escalating, and,dammit, I don’t know what to do about it.

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It doesn’t lookas if Yip’s identical has things figured out, but it’s clear he’s worried. Let’ssee what Yup, the fraternal, has to say about the situation in our next post.

 

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