IV
the muslim and the misfit
After school my mother came to pick me up and we drove to Andy’s school to pick him up afterwards. For the past two years my parents Nicole and Johannes had been my best friends, my only actual friends in fact. My mom was a duplicate of me, well, actually I was a duplicate of her and Anderson was the exact duplicate of my father.
My father was a big man, a very muscular fella that worked as a mechanical engineer for a local industry. He had auburn hair and piercing blue eyes, narrow cheekbones and no particularly distinctive features. He had always worn a short beard for as long as I could remember. He also always wore a plaid shirt and blue jeans when he wasn’t in his work uniform, always . That was truly the only distinctive thing about my dad.
Both my pa
