Margie & Lu
Lu
We were born the day the Challenger space shuttle exploded. Things have only gone downhill from there.
I don’t say I because we are unequivocally a we. We have always been a we and we always will be. My twin sister and I took our first breaths seconds apart. We’ve been told we’ll die minutes apart. And we’ll do absolutely everything together, all of that time in between.
My sister’s name is Margaret. She also goes by Margie or Marg, if you want to save yourself a couple of syllables. We’re very close, Margie and me. You might even say we’re attached at the hip.
That’s not technically true. We have two hips, just like you. Two hips, two legs, two feet, ten toes. It’s above the waist where things get a little more complicated. Surgeons tell us we have four lungs – albeit
