“At nearly six feet, she's only a few inches shorter than him and every bit as stubborn. At times like this I wonder if they're twins who were somehow born a year apart.”
“He’s a year shorter than me, but he’s a foot younger. I love him like the brother of an only child.”
“I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.”
“Well, duh. He was six feet, six inches tall and built like a brick shithouse.”
“Six people were thinking of Rosemary Barton who had died nearly a year ago...”
“Our faces were no more than ten inches apart but she was lightyears away from me.”