Twins Snow Ball Flight Part I

The Twins being twins like most twins could tell what each was thinking from infancy.  Beyond telepathy The Twins possessed an almost instantaneous singularity of thought.  The Twins used this intuition to be fierce opponents in snow ball fights.  To make things more even, we could not allow them to be on the same squad all day. 

They did not seem to enjoy not having each other’s back.  So to be fair to them, they were on the same side more than not.  It felt wrong to have it otherwise.  We usually had snow ball fights in the woods near the corner at Winston Street and Churchill Road.

The Twins lived in one of the corner rental houses.  There were two corner rentals on opposite ends of the block on the busier section of Winston Street where a series of poor people had lived.  Not that they were all poor at being people, but poor as having low household income. 

The Twins’ dad was an itinerant construction worker.  He was usually out on a construction site somewhere in another town.  When he was at their house, he was either drunk or hung over.  The Twins’ mother was a fastidious house keeper.  Their furnishings were sparse but neat.  

Women didn’t work at that time, not outside of the house.  My mother sewed for others in order to have extra money from the allowance Fird gave her, even though our house was pretty nice compared to most nearby.

The Twins’ mother was known to take in laundry for the wealthy families who lived along the lake past the woods down the narrow unnamed road which began at house where The Twins lived.  Like my mother, she used it to buy her kids extra things not in the household budget.

Probably the house was once a servant quarters.  In a way it still was.  The Black family lived in the largest house down at the end of the unnamed road.  The Black’s had sold a number of large lots between their refurbished stone house turned mansion and where the Twins’ lived.

Upon these large lots were built large houses with large garages which over-looked their little docks on the little lake. The Blacks took the money they made and invested in mobile home manufacture, mobile home sales and mobile home park management. 

The Blacks were about the whitest people you’d ever want to meet.  Very polite and generous in their personal dealings, though not that they’d let anyone be more than a month behind on rent.  The Twins’ mother helped serve at their cocktail parties, we heard.

We also heard The Twins’ were passing.  Their dad was part black, not as in one of the Blacks.  His grandmother was a servant to a textile mogul in the east.  Her bastard son moved to Chicago and became a doctor.  They could pass, so long as their Chicago relations didn’t visit.

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