Micah showed up shortly thereafter and was happy to
meet our other “brother.” He shook Adrian’s hand and
smiled. “Now I see some family resemblance. I was starting
to wonder if Jill was adopted, but you two kind of look like
each other.”
“So does our mailman back in North Dakota,” said
Adrian.
“South,” I corrected. Fortunately, Micah didn’t seem to
think there was anything weird about the slip.
“Right,” said Adrian. He studied Micah thoughtfully.
“There’s something familiar about you. Have we met?”
Micah shook his head. “I’ve never been to South
Dakota.”
I was pretty sure I heard Adrian murmur, “That makes two
of us.
