They grew still as I slowly rolled by. Twins. I’d never seen them before. Except I had. Where are you going? they asked in unison. Up the block, I guess. But you’ll be back for us? I’ll be back, but not today. They were crestfallen, both of them. Somehow both Kubelko Bondy. Why had this soul been circling me for so long? Did it stay young or was it getting older too? And would it eventually give up on me? This was the wrong question—obviously it was I who would eventually give up. It was just a habit, like memorizing license plates.
